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the dream
inside my mouth
who looks like me
visions
the mechanized claws
of jaguar
murder the voice
of my chest
a hurricane of
severed eyes
veins on forearms
two shadows of
crystal
white crystal
white
who looks like me
and you lie
here
your left elbow
a dark elbow
of ants
deceased stars
tearing the sky
of sleepless
dreams
but life
is magnificent
white sunflower
no one
looks like me
dark scorpion
of dark earth
bite my
hands
in your
death
infancy
who looks like me
each time
you said no
only the
rich
understand the
suffrage of mirrors
but millionaires
weep
with their chests
open
golden
foreheads
a branch of wisteria
on icebergs
sunset camel eagle
three sunburned suns
and a glowing multitude
of pigeon undertakers
1 comment:
I enjoyed this poem and your blog very much. Good luck with the writing and with '09.
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