viernes, 22 de febrero de 2008

Feeling Blue

Cupid's bow





talks

about hot cement as a back that curves;

buildings

–overwhelming- as fingers pointing at the sky;

speaks

of fucking heated streets as a female who twists;

cities

–amazing- as human hands trying to reach the ceiling;

screams

out of pain of boiling flesh made as by a body that folds,


the terrifying

capitalist anthill scarring the atmosphere;

howling concrete in the shape of a dorsum crooking;

imposing

manmaderections looking as

trying – vainly- to grab a piece of heaven.



All is full of awe.



1 comentario:

Male dijo...

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