Nevertheless oxygen & the regular rotation of the stars survive
September winks at us
& it’s best if each of us clings to the waist of his most beloved
1 honey-colored cocker spaniel remains sunk in deep sleep
while 1 miserable fly uses his nose as 1 sofa bed
scraps rinds papers
fly about entangled in the pant cuffs of the wind
that today could shred 1 flower
then pummel it into the ground
but tomorrow /
goodbye carbon dioxide /
apoplexy shitty luck Goodbye
Explain to your occasional lover
that even 1 failed erection
is part of the process
this / & the fucking awesome vermilion of the twilight
& the flight of thrushes that for 1 instant blackens the air
& the spark of life that ruffles your chest hair
in decisive eopchs
& with every appearance of becoming Epic History
Explain that to your occasional lover
clear it up for yourself
that life is still your poetry workshop
& hopefully you’ll electrify the power of your inner storm
as well as the girl with the agility of 1 sailboat
whom you’ve chosen as the partner of your next escapades
that the love or the madness that most closely approximates it
inhabit you / lighten yours step
that it brightens the twinkle in your eye
Hopefully / hopefully
The fragments the splinters from a while ago
become in hands like Houdini’s
1 scream as solid & real
as 1 breast or 1 apple
or 1 desire that turns all bodies into 1 transparent prism
The apparently static & fleeting
turns out to be 1 very important piece on the board:
behind 1 simple street photographer
once lived 1 Ernesto Che Guevara
& he seemed incapable of the smallest exertion
not to mention of ethical feats
The apparently static & fleeting
turns out to be 1 very important piece on the board:
the spirit & the valor that accompany you
when you roam the endless avenues
remembering the poems the skin of Sappho
bathed in moonlight
when you run your hand over your face
at the moment in which you’re 1 rainbow
scratched out by the sun & the 4 o’clock drizzle
when you inscribe the poetic artifacts of this century’s end
on the tree’s naked trunk:
I love you to bits
Tú me enciendes
You turn me on
How can this be
so beautiful?
––burning with faith
& between swells of pleasure—
When you see in this the instinct of the struggle for existence
that made Rosa Luxemburg euphoric
the living application of the heretic Wilhelm Reich’s favorite theorem:
1 body is taught to read & write next to another body
& thus the University of Tenderness is founded