The Blind Man
The blind man
walks slowly to the voting polls
reaches for a lever
and pulls it.
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Non so piú cosa fare
Non so piú cosa fare
I don’t know what to do
War after war,
all in the name of peace.
Rain in Mexico
skies filled with darkening clouds
plop, plop, plop
drops like water balloons fall without warning.
Night Silence
Dawn’s light seeking to obliterate silence
Night, overpowering Day’s cacophony
Loneliness reaching to touch silence
Darkness, singing the song of fire.
Gazing
Gazing over the land
the verdant mist of becoming
moist with the dew of life
glistening in the yellow rose warmth.
Alejandra Pizarnik – Night
Running where, I don’t know
here, there,
twisting, turning.
Basta!
The Word
In the beginning was the Word
and the Word was
Existence
and Existence had meaning.
Yet in becoming, Existence
withdrew into itself and there was
Absence.
Alejandra Pizarnik – Daughter of the Wind
They have come.
Defiling blood.
Smelling of feathers,
of loss,
of tears.
But you feed fear
and loneliness
like two small animals
lost in the desert.
Alejandra Pizarnik – Nocturne
The woman who died from her blue dress is singing
Drunk on death, she sings to the sun of her intoxication.
Within her song is a blue dress,
a white horse and a green heart
tattooed with the echoes of the heartbeats of her dead heart.
The Moon Calls
When the moon calls you to join her in her arms
To press her soft breasts against you
Your arm around her as you become one,
inseparate.