sábado, 14 de junio de 2008

Ecstasy of Nature...

Don't even think of telling me that we're not like plants, sending out a shoot or a scent when we need to, or spikes, poisonous oils, or flowers, or fruits. Come to me but only when I say it, that's how and why plants announce their rules of propagation and evolution. Even children and babies know this endeavor. You can see them imitating all the moves with their bright plastic toys and their sleek bodies. It is so that, when years later, at the moment the girl's body finally says yes to the end of childhood, a miracle occurs... a green pail with an orange shovel will appear in her mind like a tropical blossom thus she has never seen before...

domingo, 8 de junio de 2008

Sleeping alongside...

A light knocking on the sleep door, upstairs, like the deep sound of a huge rope striking one side of the boat heard underwater like surging missile or boats pulling up alongside of each other alike beneath the surface we rub up against each other ill we capsize in the surge and and the silence of waking from sleep, coming from inside out you are much like a lost canoe, navigating by me I am the star map tonight... all the failed echoes, it doesn't matter the painted-over murals it doesn't matter if you can find your way to me by all means what really matters is... by the faint star-lamp we are a fleet now our prows zeroing in on praying in the wind to spin like haywire compasses toward whichever direction will have us... it is just a dream sleeping alongside...