The gentile cried in dismay
The eye of the clocks
Upon the shadows
the killer pedestrians
staring at erased windows
the killer pedestrians
staring at erased windows
And the lights you used...
you lit yourself to see the storm one last time
while darkness shown
you lit yourself to see the storm one last time
while darkness shown
Poem by Carlos Mijares Poyer copyright(c) 2016, APRIL 1ST, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
The Great Screaming in my Sigh
Like the bee’s flight
The buildings drowned
April 1st. Caracas, Venezuela, 2016, CARACAS, VENEZUELA, CALIFORNIA NORTE.
The Great Screaming in my Sigh
Unreal sensors
The pistils of the brain
In bloom
Afar the moon
The wave surged utterly pregnant
And the squaw giant
Jumped like a skyscraper
the crescent wind askance
the pink kites in a trance flew
lost to the haze of the horizon
the crescent wind askance
the pink kites in a trance flew
lost to the haze of the horizon
The gentile cried in dismay
The eye of the clocks
Upon the shadows
the killer pedestrians
staring at erased windows
the killer pedestrians
staring at erased windows
And the lights you used...
you lit yourself to see the storm one last time
while darkness shown
you lit yourself to see the storm one last time
while darkness shown
April 1st. Caracas, Venezuela, 2016, CARACAS, VENEZUELA, CALIFORNIA NORTE.
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