Kategori: Poem

bojeo el futuro aquel lleno de esperanzas llano lejos ya del allende que fuese mas no es ni sus contornos entre nosotros ni quimera ni efí­mera idea siquiera ¿para qué? si el eterno retorno como la luz ante un agujero negro un vórtice cuya presencia siempre presente se hace ausente en el peor momento Y…

Is there any poetry in chewing ones nails? Or the dead flesh out of the corners of the nails? Whilst I munch the extra skin Spit its excess Profound thoughts brew on my head Is there any charm on the detail As one scratches To feel the edges of unwantedness With the pulgar Or the…

As the minutes moved on offset by the seconds I sat still in a catatonic state like In my green IKEA chair Listening how the outside stairs augmented the voice of a child no more than 3 Talking with its voice box some jibberish Unable to regulate it Obviously under the influence Of an echo…

je ne sais quoi seriously, I do not know what this plateau as I call is whence thence or hence wherefore or therefore alas henceforth none help No sé qué pasa El pasado me tortura time is the fire in which we burn el presente y su pretérito perfecto alientan vicios nocivos y el futuro,…

As I twirl around for the brief and short inspiration I seek I turn to the window to see the second snow of the year. Twirling snowflakes belated as they are form a landscape of known signs of a winter we thought lost Alas! ’tis here as always Drinking coffee and listening to Spanish news…

Con armas en mano barcos y cañones embarcaron hací­a tierras desconocidas exploradores y explotadores Colonizaron tierras esos explo – hiceron de las suyas eso jijosdelasuya y ahora esos jijos se aprovechan de nuevo Europa es racista Europa es inmisericordiosa pareciese así­ al juzgar de cómo se preparan para rechazar xente Oh, qué ironí­as si el…

Al ver al nuevo vecino tirar basura en el lugar equivocado mi instinto es corregirle Al ver al nuevo vecino andar en bicicleta en el paso del ambulante mi instinto es corregirle Al ver al nuevo vecino llegar tarde mi instinto es corregirle Quién me viese tan europeo escandinavo demandando derechos y equis para quién…

The spirits burn my belly remordimientos infernales som aldrig slutar skrika remontándome al pasado atormentan el alma Anima Sola bogged down slentrian som aldrig tar slut the nails dig deep in the walls which surround this mental crap from whence a door revolves, spins Alas! Mobil Avenue WTF? Spins round & round in my head…

I used to like it when light Announced changes It used to be so Air now Does that Sudden bursts Pre-tell The coming season As if fluttering tree leaves In summer or spring Fluttered differently than Fall or winter . It used to be so Here in E There in A

I wasn’t thinking you know me pruning a tree getting rid of dead bracnhes from a wim the lady passed by with her poodle ahead ”va duktig du í¤r Julio” she said that is, in protestant speak, doing well Ese. Thank you I said. Am just taking dead branches away I muttered or said or…