In three layers poured During a hellish night Helen, Intrigue ate you And Erinyes In turbulent water Tongue burns from gall Trojan woman, Shave your beards! And you shall see truth: Shackled naked bodies Stumble through underground passages. Through myths My death Will be the eternal memory Of sun’s fiasco.
I’m an engaged woman one that’s still necking with sky I skip the fence, these are the bunches of bushes these are the lengths of the backbone (Does the soul have urges and gut?) I’m scared of my poetic responses I am hungry by being an everlasting land I seduce the heavens so that IContinue reading “Off the record – I am scared of my poetic responses”
verse –sediment of nausea I blossomed in the hollow of bitter courage On a feast – with abundance, wisdom, beauty Like a satiated Erot taste me of Plato’s plate Crush me with fingertips of oak And with the milk of mother finish my body.
You dare to talk about the psyche? You think I lack stamina for twenty-five push-ups? What do you know of a woman? Are you thinking of Psycho as Isolde Or Juliet perhaps? The ones who received Aphrodite’s curse To be beautiful, but lonely? She’s a vengeful bitch But still so pretty… Now go and lookContinue reading “Fitness Poem”
Beauty and love are everywhere, all you have to do is to peek over the walls of scorn. *** La belleza y el amor están en todas partes, todo lo que tienes de hacer es mirar por encima de las paredes del desprecio.
Breath in Breath out Breath in A corpse never dies A wassail around the grave Of the Russian mystic Lunacy crucified in his eye He walks around in a black robe On a graveyard That did not cry On which I listened to yelling and screamed Sensitively gentle and superior My blindness, Merciful death PutContinue reading “The Love That Never Dies, Leila Samarrai”
3 You do not grasp – the spilled blood is chiming From unveiling you wrongfully dread In agony of you yourself While we pine atop Grecian terraces. Daughter Still rivers are audible in endeavor And at that conjoined In mirrors is the road to land of dead And worshippers of the chronometer And the unachievableContinue reading “The signs along the path are the only thing left for you, “The darkness will understand”, Leila Samarrai”