Friday, October 19, 2018


in hahabits the leg your
din unclouded ,rascible lip
shorted ,knotted in a towel
blots yr fog off with

but esencia's crumbled
sidewalk ,doubter shell
against a crumpled shed
chain a foot before the sill

unveiled the door its flies
take count of your pocket's
dirt streams from yr eyes

oh knotted page on the floor
ineffable sock burnt in yr thigh
yr keys stroll on the rainy snore

Son dos puertas abriéndose cerrándose...
- César Vallejo


Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home