walking
between
Vallejos
By Roberto Lavidez
walking
between
colorless
protests
I carry
absentmindedly,
relics, things,
memories,
suggestions
to return
by the minute
across exploded
bridges
when the street
is hollow-eyed
with doors
my anxious
heart
whispers with
I don’t know
what recollection
I came
as far
as the wall
facing life
misery
pulls me out
between
my own teeth
to what
we are being
without
knowing it
let me flog
myself
like a sinner
unending rope
like a volute
descending
from evil
the pleasure
of suffering
extended
toward the
depth of beings
who? whom?
who, the molars?
I sounded
toward things
in this way
seeking
burials of
absurd gold
time is
crowned
with doves
and the future
is filled
with
caravans
of immortal
roses
today
no one
has come
to inquire
sing
rain on the
coast
still without
sea
a tragic
blue
of dead
idylls
weeps
each
melodious
fruit
will bleed
like a
funereal
sun
except
for that
which is
left
in life!
©robertolavidez2014
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