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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