Wednesday, July 09, 2014

Ginsbergian Air

By Roberto Lavidez

the planet
hanging
the air
hanging
cumulus
clouds
float across
blue sky
reality is
a question
of realizing
how real
the world is
already
mouths
bleeding
on every
continent
my own
wall plaster
cracked
that horror
that keeps me
conscious
in the hell
of birth
and death
I fear
that others
may know
I am here
delivering
anxiety
mushrooms
to the dancing
red gummed
skeletons
dying
to finish
its all
too famous
misery
crying
dysentery
boneface
on the
urinal
street of
the self
who am I?
saliva
vegetable soup
empty mouth?
Buddha died
and left
behind
a big
emptiness
not even
the human
imagination
satisfies
the endless
emptiness
of the soul
I cashed
a great check
in my
skull bank
take it
said the
skeleton
but leave
my bones
alone
Holy!  Holy!
Holy!  Holy!
I didn’t
come here
to solve
anything
too tired
to go out
for a walk
too tired
to end
the war
birdbrain
runs
the world
someone
uncontrolled
by History
would have
to own Heaven
I cried
at the
sadness of
middle-aged
trees
a lost
battalion
of platonic
conversationalists

©robertolavidez2014


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