Gasps and Dialogues
“ Where languages are forgotten. “
Fairy doll sunflower photos
Take you to a
distant post office,
Ochre sky, banners of woe
You know my name, you call it so often,
in Greece or in Mars,
among your virtual games and sand castles.
The plane of the obvious has ceased to exist,
fair savior, her rhyme’s madness.
the rhythm of sunshine on my
Wet clay for your body,
drenched armpit disasters for all your frightened men.
You and I, and nothing to die or live for,
The recurrent dream of us in a tiny bed,
I surrendered my being
to your caprice;
Then the deluge came
and you cooked
our several machismos with spice and cream.
Where would I run? Where, turn?
My memory is like an elephant’s.
“ Electronic milk for your troubled soul! ”
Sea waves and many suns blast at my face during odd hours,
we were never really unhappy;
we met Nikole in an alley in the metropolis, her lips too
loud for another night’s
and she showed you love’s rude gashes.
That crude groaning of an unborn man, a jet plane goes up in flames, inferno, inferno
Fairy godmother wakes you up in Margaret’s room.
You weave the remains of the dawn into a woolen skin
for your adolescent boy. Things are at peace
and will be so, for all eternity.