Does The Curves Program Work

Already (again)

A couple of words-a word.

A point well put.

A blank line

and you're done!

Already

.

You're back.

Two or three hours,

four? or were five?

you expect

longed led me along the way!

should be
never lost you and if you ever found
not what page was

It must have been the words
or blanks
points, commas
what is not ever told so my chest

sensed what brought you back today and filling
cold tonight
your hidden image.









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What a waste,

your head in the wreckage

without a face I saw a picture,

a still life!

What a waste,

father without children

column cut of a book without letters

neck without blood, pain rotten

decomposition without color!

What a dream without a day!

Night arrested

water that cleanses the breast board

not collect more than dead!

Oh vacuum

to oppress

oh, father you do not exist

oh, broken column

goods

Division Multiplication

evils!

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Day Where are you? Persistent Painless

Where have you drawn this time? On what breast
reflex

now your soul,

your infinite love, your flesh torn

?

Do

've already found a warm hollow where shelter

unwoven

beat your strange plot?

How

qué lugar se juntan

dos

y se transforman en uno?

¿Cuál es la palabra que acurruca

a una soledad y su sombra?

¿Será que pasó el tiempo

y de tu mano ya no me llegarán

el calor ni la mirada ilusionada?

Rey de las imágenes

atormentadas

¿en qué cielo brillan hoy

tus pócimas encantadas?

Cleaning The Uterus Lining

Pude buscarte en los símbolos subterráneos

shelled green lines

forgotten moments memories

few shortcuts.

I could see you in the parenthesis of music and song

later stunned

words piled up and a frozen picture.

I could feel the intermittent

reflection of your hands in my life

in the days of poetry and bitters.

I could taste you, magical moment of the faculty must

of light in the mirror image

portrayed in the soul torn.

I could have avoided pain that was screwed into the bowels

and was there waiting to be crowned

and waited there, crying

dry weather in the twilight

unlearned no letters, no symbols, without hands or shoulders

and almost painless.