Sunday, September 27, 2009

Homero Aridjis


Sometimes you touch a body and it awakens
spending the night by opening a
pulsation sensitive marine arm
.
and as we love the sea
like a naked song
as its the only summer
.
We say light as they say now
tell him it was yesterday's and other parties
.
so filled with corpses and bodies
Gulls are our gulls
.
We'll climb tip to tip
with banks and ceilings and door handles
.
and liaison with hotels and memories and
landscape and weather and asteroids
.
it filled him with us and our soul
necklace of islands and soul
.
Sorry, everyday life is
beautiful but a sorry shade.

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