POETRY

Forgive me more

I just hold on my fingers a bunch of renunciation

Two or three attempts of loving and a few memories of searching

I got no more offering

I got no more defense

Non another pray

You have broken down my hip and I am wounded

So

Forgive me yesterday

Forgive me now

Tomorrow and soon

I know I ask you so much and rush

Then

Forgive me more.

..........

The mirror is chasing me

I had a chair and a splash of water

maybe feed myself knowing them

But the mirror is chasing me, makes for me

He says hello, uncover me, pushes me down, and crashes me over

No Sun is equal to another and I forgot my cell and left the bubble

Oh my watch

Oh my watch

I went out…, or, that was I believed about

I thought I was out of the creek, out of the town, out of the village

But the mirror is even chasing me

I am now playing to be a feather into this mirror

Staying caught into his sand’s story 

At last my watch

At last my watch

...



 Go out to count your coins

Anyone  doesn’t make me desist, or drooling over

I know that scrambled atoms are swarming in my hair

and that gravity is a bad joke

as that day, that hour, that place

or any name

such as the exile from words which is the worst of all

in lowercase and in uppercase

As you and your coins, caress your bag

you both go away to love the vacuum, make the love to vacuum

take all the time in the world to deceive you 

...

The absent bridges

Leads the centuries building bridges with the face between the fingers

thanking them for having at least one wide frontal bone

where lead hands when they boats to capsize them!

 

He believed that sometimes is bridge the water

and the water is wound that doesn't heal ever

 

He saw lights strewn sky and was launched as a nightly scratch adrift

'cause someone said that the night is asleep bridge

but the sky is a castaway abandoned half way

On swim, on rowboat!

 He is thrown against a hollow mirror and sees how rotating the Astros over

No ceiling already, nor raid, no inheritance...

only sea

far away from other hands

the hands of rescue and the hands of burial

as owner without dog, dog without grave, unmarked grave

Away was all hands and thus capsized

with an axe in the throat sharpened by forms of the cry and the etymology of the bye

with the missing bridges

 and the only company of the heartbeat.