how could you be so apparent? Is it
an Indian summer or
the lover to my side, or—
I pause to cover my head
still, hands bluish
a colony of blue
a sky of breath beneath
my gaze—the taste
of my tranquil heart.
careful daylight, ebbing.
For gallant headwinds
include juridical knowledge,
lyrical mastery, & no place
(for) quivering, reticent
shadows. Tu último viento: (a) wayward, xerophytic
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How simple it must be, the life of a rock
ignoring the pulse of the tick and the tock
forgetting which dirty magazine it took
to read in bed in lieu of a book.
A rock with no shoes, no sandal, nor boot
Not even a rambling foot—
Like an artist, it has no need for food
Taking from the soil what is bad and what is good
Believing it could one day become something special, a piece of gold.
‘You go behind the sea and bring light also to the underworld,’
declaring, ‘Behold! this cup wants to be empty again.’
But you are the one who is empty,
A tepid ‘hybrid of plant and ghost’
‘a worm’ wrangling with a rope.
‘Nothing is more vengeful than your meekness.’
How radiant, your Lustering lips
which pour sweet moonlight
onto our eyes for better seeing.
How sharp and well observed,
your Cupid’s peak distinct—
not quite Angel, not quite Diva—
a little Flirty & Perky Pink never
hurt anybody. Your Love Test suggests
Red Rock. The right to say, Viva Glam!
was all you ever wanted.
And me? I say life is good
when your lips are red
and your world, on an oyster,
is a lustrous grain of sand.