BIO NOTE: Carlos Mijares Poyer, is a bilingual author, journalist, translator educated in the United States. He has won awards for his literary and culture journalism in Venezuela in the Ultimas NoticiasCultural Supplement Daily Newspaper sold in major newstands in main cities in the world. He has published poetry in English in American and Irish literary websites and college magazines.
Dark Moon to the South
by Carlos Mijares Poyer, (c)copyright, May 22, 2016, Carlos Mijares Poyer.
by Carlos Mijares Poyer, (c)copyright, May 22, 2016, Carlos Mijares Poyer.
The fanning continental avenues where wind breathes good moods
The Latin river silver the Anaconda watching you in the night
and the red-haired bats with faces
The size of tigers hang from the trees to jump you.
Who said Vampires only lurked in Gotham?
The Phantom Rolls-Royce purple immaculate
Races opening the wounds of poor pedestrians
To the height and apogee of slums in
The Lost Metropolis of silent windowpanes.
The Beauty Queens of the hip that stole erotika
In your reverie of desire, and the rich laugh
At high decibels of hysteric desperation
To market the Red Scare and the Eagle’s Dare!
This Smile has no horizon, it is in the heart.
The giant rodent Chiguires the size of baby pandas
And the coral reefs of your spine
Of multifoliate shades of blue ocean in your eyes
From snowy sun to wet leaf,
The humid smile intonates candy-colored tones
On the marimbas and Salsa falls to your laps
Like a dead pearl necklace unleashed...
Soon, after the rain the city’s mountain runner
Smiles again
As the traffic jam issued the last gun shot
To vacuum your soul like the last sigh
Of a Spanish poem.
These in the last gaze of the Caribbean Sea.
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