Friday, August 28, 2009

IRIS



1.

In the distance

Arcturus

Writhes


Stressful


Barren tree

Prune

Salty dune


Lo, they move!

Nature lovers

Kids running


Beer and chocolate

And pomade

Sweet envy

Stretching, nude


Peppermint

Teeth


Sky in foam

Star is white

Fog


Silent beasts




2.

Sounds

Stream out of me


Who will hear them

But empty space?


Somber volcanoes

Sulfur and

Crystals


I would never live

Like this

In Nirvana


Without rock 'n roll


Mongoose watches me

Unseen


What I left at

Fugue


Remains


A stain


Solitude

Inside the perspective


Yes,

Volcanoes do spin

The flesh of Hell


Scent-made people

Speak the tongue of

Déjà vu


Coast

Rocks


Silhouettes move

Following cadence


Wavy sea

Splashes with ash


Who will swim

Into gray transparency?


What really touches me is the

Hell's swimmers'

Light embers


And they are

Blind


Through them vibrate

Worlds


Clouds and

Beams


Soft tissues


Inside the eye


Is no touch


Butter and skim

On the spreader




3.

Once upon a time

In the museum

Rodin


Hidden in stone


I spotted myself


Dazed

By the invisible


I saw marble...


And echoless

Screams


Petrified


They rest...




4.

Under the mask

Bent


Evil spirit

Begs


Glass walkers

Bleed


And spectators

Retreat


Impermeable coat

Soaked


Hung


In it is tremor


Heart


Inscribed veins


Spilled rain


Through alley

At night

Wind


Provokes


Reality's shades

Of lite matter


Parallel gait of a

Stranger


In a city melted with

Plane

Groves


Limping




5.

Scales rotate

In balance


That is

Planet Earth


The favorite

Whirligig


For its rainbows

Or its blue

Seas


Snowy mountain ranges


And the restless ones


Spreading its wings

As transparent

As neutrinos are


Invisible

Souls

Squandered


Over the troposphere




6.

And on Hell

Deprived of oblivion

Eternity withered


Papaya and

Liana


I call the

Tiger


Man


He already was there

I was late


Walls toppled


Cities abandoned


Sprites and bushes


Azure costume

Orderly folded


But, where is he?


Now that all had halted

Why impatience?


Pine-cones

On the ground


Hats




7.

They boil

Inside the furnace


Fire is quick life

Eye lacks time to

Shed a tear


Sequence of seconds

On the plate

But no second hand


And death

Throws up on

Them


No one I know

I am responseless

And not worried


I travel through them

Through the dross


Engines' parts scattered on

Parquet


Food is a habit


Hitting the window is

Painful


Face abortive


From agoraphobia




8.

Iris in darkness

Announces dawn


Shines from spring


Water lures


Dogs call


He too is devil

Inside form


They bark from campanile


Under the bridge

In Paris


They bathe


Unsolved murder


Someone solved it


When we catch him

We will ask him


The scum run away


Grass will not grow

Under the bridge




9.

They practice fury

Nearby

Notre-Dame


Stories buzz in

Bookstores


And there descends

Grace


Addresses

The soundless


He brought food


Humidity is

Unpleasant


Cavalry patrols


Anchors in time


Everywhere are

Pigeons


Pecking




10.

In Hell

He eats snack


Tourist carries

Tent


At the entrance

Check


Do you have a soul?

Tourist denies


He reads Le Figaro

And wears sandals


He will find accommodation

Under the sundew

Vines


He spreads marmalade

On biscuit


Spreads repellant

On his knees


Needle and thread

On the inner side of the

Lapel


In windows

Bottoms


He looks for an exchange office


In sweat-shops

Music


Tourist studies

His Guide


Fast service in

Grill-rooms


Strikers'

Arrondismement


He cleans camera's

Ocular


And prepares for

Action


Today they sand-blast

Monuments


In libraries

Old publications


Scanners out of order


Let's go have an ice-cream

I'll have coffee


Beware of

Purse-snatchers




11.

David among wolves


Furs and bodies

Ticks


Deer buttocks

Rabbit tails


He meditates

Virtues


In crow's fantasy

Buds


Sexual intercourse

Between species

Happens occasionally


David walks among

Dung


Wolf gasps from the heat


Dehydration is

Tiresome


Therefore, it too belongs to

Hell




12.

From legs

Grow streets


Star-like


Useless wilderness is

Grayed


With lichen


Possibilities...


And pigeon-gray nebulae

Do not impede


And real magi

Do nothing


Nor they invite


Into bosoms


Past deeds

Invisible cords


Remain quiet


Path of heart


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