Droopy Clown

Stupid clown

Falls down

On the tip

Of his

Ceramic

Hand

He is

A pallid

Angelic

Blonde

Heart-shaped

Cheeks

Of peach

Masquerade

You, white

Twinkle toes

Up in the air,

Think

You know

Me?

You are

Just the

Gloom

Of treasures

Past

You are

The remains

Of carefree

Times,

Chippering

Sighs

Happy,

Never empty

How

I miss

Thee.

Great commencement

Strong discussion

Weak ending

That

Is all

You are.

Nothingness

Absent,

My ocean

Of truth,

I feel not,

I want not.

Coldness,

No passion

No drive

To command

My thoughts

Of appetite

Nothing…

No lust for

The hunger

 Of ambition

I am abstract

I am numb

I am a particle

No emotions

No senses

No animalistic

Needs

Never provoked

Always cold

Nothing mutual

Always alone

Ants Are Better Than Humans

Life expectancy of ants

May be too little

But hardly invisible

Complex creatures,

Two eyes made

Of many more,

Inferior?

Humans, selfish

Ants, two stomachs

One, for them

The other for

Every other ant

A world of giants?

To be a giant,

Be first an ant

Then work

Your way

Up to gi




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Paraíso

Increíble superficie, porosa y montañosa, da comienzo a un país libre de convicción.  Juzga pero no atormenta, se calla ante opiniones. He aquí su tierra suave y blanca donde se hallan los personajes más orgullosos y sabios.  Después se halla el bosque con árboles marrones curvados, los frutos de los cuales se encuentran en las raíces.  Puedes comer vegetales de ciencias, matemáticas, música y hasta filosofías complejas.  Además, se hallan frutos de belleza, amor, alegría, silencio, sexo y pensamientos incalculables.  Esa tierra se considera el paraíso más buscado; lo encontré yo una tarde mientras sentaba en la cocina de mi mejor amiga:  salió del baño en toalla dirigido hacia su cuarto.  Desde aquel momento, encontré que mi paraíso eras tu.  Pero, ¿qué hago cuando tiembla el paraíso?

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My Name is Imagination

I forge

your understanding

of the universe,

Taking the pen

and dreaming up

my spontaneous creation

I give you motivation

to be the god

of your happiness

I mask

the thoughts

in your head

And turn them

into immense

colorful illusion

Swim in the paper lake and relax,

Float within my excited mind

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Something Prickles Your Feet

Something prickles my feet

I feel the acupuncture underneath

I move and feel lines of ribbed harmony

Tracing down my foot.

My neck becomes a mountain range

Hairs stand like trees in a forest.

From the nerves in my dermis

My brain receives signals

My hoofs feel the threading

Of ants searching up and down

The ribbed terrain

Of my twinkle toes

One piercing in front of the other

They trod to and fro

Ambulatory in a jungle of skin

There are 100 receptors in each fingertip

And all I feel is the slip, nip, sting and prick

The puncture each pace leaves behind.

I push a daisy

Close my eyes

The grass feels nice.


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Pluck.

Pablo Haedo

You, Pablo Haedo

Trying to save your father

From the slithering snake

But oil burst from its flesh

The repulsive smell impregnated

In the core of your fleshy skin

Black repugnant night and day

It would not go away

Repugnance, nausea

You were trying to save your father

What a price to pay for life:

Losing smell by smelling

Now food has no taste.

Luz doesn’t wear perfumes.

No lingering baby smells.

When the snake died,

You were the true deceased,

The unfortunate one

You, Marina Haedo

Trying to save your father

From his destiny

Alzheimer’s is quick,

But full of agony.

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