copyright by Carlos E. Mijares Poyer, Dec. 2014.
Can a midget dog dress
Like Oscar Wilde?
Can the moon light the Sun
Like your palms your face?
I am not like in the making of a rebel
Country in waiting momentum,
That’s for atoms and rainbows.
Their loud conversation and monologues
Two days in remembrance unreal
Could be over heard the angles of several buildings
Of white facades
Staring at each other in utter recognition
Like distant moons as statues.
And the Speaking Dog said:
“Where, have my legs gone?”
“I was not invited to this community development war
Of imagery and verse.”
The dinosaur entering, stood there
“Try talking to parrots, they are into poetry reading.”
The parrot and the dog barked like humans.
And, as the last drop of liquid breath appeared in his eyes
The city realized in integral making
Into a new mercurious bubble.
And yet, construed the traffic
And the laser-eyed pedestrians
To reveal mortality, all of those vivid Spectrums
The issue went on
Like a loud-speaker technically unleashed and insane!
The manifesto: finally appeared and arrived sullen in a perfumed envelope
While the ants waiting counted his last word:
I will not wait to remember.
No comments:
Post a Comment