Mist City
there are cities that are above the clouds // that evaporate the foreboding of a swarm of words // that sow doubt in the field in which they settle // asleep without background music // there are cities that lack a fresh breeze // the sun is too close // and the clouds protect them with their dark and sublime cloak //
there are clouds that cover the melancholy cities // they shape them to their liking // they use highly suggestive signs for this mission // some might say that they dress up as giraffes // faces of lovers forgotten in a night of bitter drinks // perhaps a revolver for writing // or a voice //
the message is uncertain and lies upon the threshold of a wasteland // the message is an inert word seeking a messenger who doesn’t confuse death with the face of a beautiful young girl // who knows how to tell the difference between a mist-covered city and happiness //
but // above all // there are clouds that don’t know they are clouds // that continue wandering lazily through a diaphanous halo and seek proof of themselves in the poem //
of course // we know that in the mist city // they will never find it // because it doesn’t exist
Night and Its Bridges
the night is a bridge of blood
the sorrow fills up with rust
and life seems a streamer of ash that the wind inhales and then spits out
it’s not strange to feel oneself an insect made of rock or a larvae necklace
my bridge now is a well of lily-chains
perhaps Kandinsky could unveil the void of life in a trace
I accomplish it when I perform an autopsy on this poem
the night went from being a bridge to the recollection of a rib
Adam raped by Eve
everything you create is what winds up killing you
in the end
blindness affects the voice of the character who wants to be the author of someone
my soul is a knot of skeletons whose
skulls are coffins in an imaginary tomb
[beneath the bridge I’ve discovered a salt apple with owl eyes]
i wish that my hands were pencils
my nails indelible charcoal
perhaps
someday my mausoleum will be a tiger
and the black clouds will be Styrofoam so that children can play at the creation destruction
of life