Cummings
and goings
by Roberto Lavidez
life is an
old man
carrying
flowers
on his head
beautifully
wandering
in merciful
miracles
this man’s
heart is
true to
his earth
filled with
newly
murdered
flowers
for all men
kill the thing
they love
though wish
and world
go down
one poem yet
shall swim
the dogs
the dogs
the dogs
are conspiring
bodies
lopped of
every
prettiness
since
we are
spanked
and put
to sleep
by dolls
someone
has been
born
everyone is
no one
a little
innocence
creates
a day
let’s live
suddenly
without
thinking
like a
weird
lamp post
on a road
of dreams
the utter
silence
of the
untranslated
stars
feeling
throughout
ignorant
disappearing
me
what time is it
I wonder
never mind
crickets
within me
whisper
an oceaning
abyss of
orange dream
I am a beggar
always who
begs in
your mind
at pitiless
the mercy of
time
time
time
time
may myself
do nothing
usefully
what a
wonderful
thing
is the end
we’re
a mystery
which will
never
happen
again
©robertolavidez2014
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