that’s that

(Char, Ponge, Pleynet, Roche,

Eluard, Cravan, Daumal, Monnier,

Fellain, Mellarme, Martory,

Chassignet, Reverdy, Ganzo)

by Roberto Lavidez

I wake up

bathed

I melt as

I get up

I harvest

the grapes

of the

immature

sky

what is

more

pleasant

than the

blue sky

unless it’s

a cloud

submissive

in the

sunlight

laughing

with the

blue of

the sky

of the

sheets

toward

the

fucking

cloud

that’s it

never

an eye

into a

null

spiritual

result

no warning

as before

the pig

is sliced

behind me

my eyes

are closed

light is

burnt

night

decapitated

memory

can but

shift

cold ashes

around

when the

depths

of time

it endeavors

to sound

it can cry

it can burst

it can know

a black bird

bursts out

laughing

my blood

boils for

nothing

that’s that

and I will

know each

trembling

of a leaf

caused by

the wind

a sigh

a cry

a word

I content

myself

with being

glimpsed

and carefully

I cultivate

existence

to fall

from the

branches

to drink

straight

from the

source

water

that is

too cold

when the

wool’s

on the

sheep’s

back

there is

no thread

when the

book’s

in the

press

no man

can read it

send

20 copies

please

see what

happens

happy

without

knowing

what

happiness is

of knowing

we are

there

where we

don’t know

where

we are

so man

varies;

the poor

human

body’s

force

that time

abbreviates

and consumes

won’t be

tomorrow

as it is

today

but faced

with the

pointless

surge

the poor

man

sovereign

of himself

will keep

the pride

of silence

erupt like

a mirage:

island in

the highway

of the sky

©robertolavidez2014