public rarely sees the light or a poem of mine, but this was inevitable and jumped - as I hit those jumps - without regard to property, time or moral, just this afternoon when I blamed my bad luck.
For the man who never smiles, but when it does the sun rises. The world tour is long and dark when you're not.
Poem sitting in your absence while waiting revised balance and alignment, not yet paid the rent and without much hope of pay (3.26 / 10)
Nothing happened
I hold your hand in
grief and tamarind
now that I have empty pockets
disbanded in
of wings and shadows.
Although contemplates the mysteries
your premium cosmogony
about saints and accounts
already lost my day
and its satellite.
where I was born here
seams gap opens
awake with its roots of teeth and tingles
in the area of \u200b\u200byour beard.
The open battlefield violated
smoky river-arms and blood-
clings to my horse,
the cries of your throat still
stirred in my armor,
in the house that I can not,
on your foot white tab
riots and in the solitude of centuries
calls you as if you had not party
your entire spine is still pinned as
sternal gap
where schools to fill you
was the world, God and time.
Poem Lili Mendoza * All rights reserved
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