UNDER
A DOSE OF OXYGEN.
DEEP
ZEPPELIN (AN EXERCISE IN AUTOMATIC WRITING)
BY
CARLOS E. MIJARES POYER (C)COPYRIGHT All rights reserved even for
#CNN
Vast is the sky
the ocean is further
your eyes the distant scare
the war scared us
and the time bells return
like magic imaginings
I come to repel hate
and confound trust in desire
and strong passageways
I like eyes in my ears
and fire in my legs
like bullets that star the horizon
like words an immaculate page
of posthumous poetry.
The humongous monster met me
I did not know what to say
…HE
EYED ME…
like a system deciphered
tongue twisted
I lick my eyelids like a lizard
in utmost despair
waiting for the last train to
the turtle´s manger to the Jesus
I was promised
and God in person. Where is he?
A Woman appeared
she welcomed me to her bossom
and I nestled like a purple rabbit
in her sex sucking her energy
like a captain of oriental armies.
I proposed War at first
was not tried to conventions
like polygamy and onanism
I traveled the islands
inner tubing the waves
meditating under the thunder of
the oceans roar speaking with
the great Leviathan Leader of this
World.
I listened to psychedelic regalia
and making hard core sensualities
on the shores
my hand were soiled with abundant
sperm
and sand and sweat all the aromas
of the Sun.
I remembered social sciences
and the arts like structures
the verbs chased through the
streets
and through chasms of giant and
sometimes
infinite giggling paragraphs
infinite giggling paragraphs
where I found millenary waterfalls
and organic caves with strange
adobe writings…
I thought of space
the planets were they really
there?
The was it mine?
Who were the first lovers?
And, who will be the last person
to speak out?
I went to sleep
the waves lapping my face
my hand grasped the foot
of death as it stood next to me
pointing at me at me like a thorn
I had flowers in my irises
my eyes were two soggy Spanish
wine bags
as if Spain had cursed my modern
existence-the 20th Century
damnation of super hyper global
travel
dynamic maëlstroms of
globalization in my brain like thongs
as it had been explain in dormant
college classrooms.
Tears peril from lost eyes
the waves wash all of the lies
there is only one God -Truth
I walk in stardom
last hues compel my stare
I have recovered all
the oceanic instances in
the peace of forgotten passageways
where the meek walk to share
their onions in the field
of grateful desires
in this last life, before the
energy
controls a new frontier of
conscience…
…the
seas are parallel
in our eyes
the shores our mangers
of tribal festivities
carry the torch of liberty
to tropical rain forest
where in the mountain of
management
you will gain that mountain near
the shore of riches
and invoke deities
like watermelons,
cucumbers
and bananas lol
the bananas that you are in your
mind
in the party that you outlasted
years ago and remember in dreams
in rapid eye movement…
Z-E-P-P-E-L-I-N
A directed flying object
to your fears and desires
and those steps on the road
rose to eternity in the blissful
sky
like metaphysical angels dressed
like
vagabonds with brittle shoes in
wattle stance
of an everlasting urban party…
Fly this way
hover and hone
in my brain the concepts
you offered me sire
I gave you insanity as a last gift
and sanity like Spanish toro wine
bags
to watch those Spaniards poets
guard and quarrel
over the letter “ñ” in long
mains on the plain.
The great mirror pushed us all
into the myriads of spirit
and we found our homes and
families
each cousin, each lover
the toil was in the intimate
killing-
-of each other´s word and
promise-
and we had clean hands the blood
was innovated and re-engineered river
and the poetry was not new
but forgiven
long hue and love the sight we
wasted
and hope and hope as that same
love
-we are all in a melting pot of
phrases-
said at all hours
and then we do not remember any of
them,
like horses in white rooms.-
The …impact of revelries
came into, withing desperate the
encounter of twin petals
red and lilac souls
sauntered into ruins of quiet
ponds of pink water
the flies came like a giant plague
to dislike your gaze
and your holy celestial pride
bought
at the convenience store
the flours on floor, the products
infinite
in your throat the taste of
plastic
like mercury against the
horizontal facade of that horizon
you veneer, and the moon dropping
that once welcomed your life.
“WHY
ARE YOU AFRAID?”
Asked the writer, to the poet.
I am no poet just a word jock of
broken soiled words
I grow in my heart sewn
I grow in my heart sewn
by the pieces of an infinite
rosary.
-…….The parallel thoughts-
came to the crossing of the bridge
where
the old trains of democracy discovered the marxist
clown
-the words awaited for years-
and
you threw and spelled love and
at them you went
with all fury in the fist of
global spirals
hate at the black knife
and kisses to your own
reflection…
(THE AMERICANA) the American lady
punished me for words I had not
said.
I wrote no manifestos on fake
democracy
or was philosophy my tweet...
only that last pallid song that
roared
in the canal of understandings and
lives of some:
TAKE MY LIFE , IT´S YOURS!!!
“KILL,
KILL, KILL..! they said
we want heroes nothing more
we want ladies in white dresses
in the entourage of vast visage
populations
of arrowed deer in forests
awaiting death by strangling…GRANT
ME THE VIRGIN MOTHER
The restaurants.
Yessss… they were full of
conversations
the aromas mellered faces in the
vanquished truth
of other characters with moons as
faces
females flourished, in lilac
sunday costumes
indeed the perennial eyes of that
one and last storm
from a distance cajoled me. The
x-ray of the Universe for a solution.
-Answers, were announced, in town
hall affairs
discretion and fire warning in
your heart and what is left of it
delicate notions of the coming
worlds
with all those emotional people
screaming
got loud in 70,000 soul stadium
lol
the internet went viral with your
lies and silence
and you believed them all, what a
disgrace
Look always to the sky, it´s
Blue!
Ánima
All
the letters I wrote encrypted in wi-fi
found
their way to the post office,
as
the rain recognizes
the
gutters of open streets
and
vacuous lungs.
When
in the orifice in the end
the
genetic ventriloquist spoke
in
the aroma of petals not fingers
not
like an animé
but
like a doll
all
film regain´d
the
stupified flowers of light.
Opened,
a regalia
of
an ancestral vanilla gleam
washed
eyes by aqua marine tears
dream
unseen.
The
Ánima,
a specter at the least
walking
next to me astride
the
pink kites astray in the sky
in
front of solstice waters knelled
of
cajoled streets and talking stoplights
the
city cough perspex of skyscrapers
approaching
the tangled
entrance
of a forbidden tropical cave
in
a distant lost pond mirrored;
a
floating body asunder asleep,
the
last opening blink
of
a digital ogre.
Askance
a small cemetery.
DARK
MOON TO THE SOUTH I SEEKED
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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