16 07, 2017

Restlessness

2017-08-03T03:32:37+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

Symmetry asked me
which side I liked better.
I regretted my choice
and the deliberate waste of time,
debited from my life.
I wrinkle in the search for the definite,
the ultimate and the final.
Every victory opens the door
to a new kind of suffering
and it never ends.
I know I’ll keep trying
to remove vapor from hot tea.
So […]

13 06, 2017

Refined-sugar hourglass

2017-07-09T00:31:56+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

Sugar slips down this hourglass
protected inside shimmering bulbs,
counting down my possibilities
as I run out of sweetness.

Mellow crystals of the past:
My coffee is bitter and dark.
But I swear I’ll wait grain by grain
for your last time travelers
to get in line,
and smash your cowardice
against this wall.

And when we are face to face,
and […]

11 06, 2017

Tetriminos

2017-07-09T00:32:36+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

Duties were tormenting me
like Tetris pieces raining
at an impossible speed.
I made chamomile tea,
and waited
for the “GAME OVER” sign.

A man with no face
went to the edge of chaos
once I fell asleep.
He demanded a blanket
from the winter, a song
from Mercury, and a smile
from me.
And arranged them beautifully
without gaps
like Tetriminos making a line,
and […]

4 06, 2017

Reasons

2017-07-28T00:55:24+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

I.
An entire structure collapsed
at the vibration
of his lips asking why
three times in a row.

Not much remained
of what had been
the most beautiful place
that I didn’t want to inhabit.

The expectations of a mother
covered by debris,
the pressure of peers
now pushing against blinding light.

“Oops,” he said.
“Never mind, I’ll build a new one.
Come over for tea
when it’s finished.” And I […]

31 05, 2017

Holes

2017-07-09T00:36:39+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

I remember how you smiled
at improvised words
I carried secretly in my pockets,
until the day they slipped away.
The holey pockets of my old jeans
could only hold hands,
like we used to
before dullness ate us alive.
Before we gazed
into each other’s eyes hoping
they weren’t shining,
so we couldn’t catch the reflection
of our own pathetic existence.
I […]

29 05, 2017

The wink

2017-07-09T00:37:57+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

Freedom rejected your advances with the subtlety of a lady,
fooling you into thinking
that all you had to do to get her company
was to avoid being a follower.
And as your confidence grew,
she increased the distance by turning you into a leader.
You forgot how roads get rid of some idiots
by stepping down from the […]

26 05, 2017

Zooming

2017-07-09T01:15:28+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

My mind zoomed in but it all became pixelated and even harder to understand.

“You need more resolution, not a closer look,” he said.

“Whoa, what the fuck! You know what I’m thinking?”

“You’re not thinking, you’re zooming in an out like an idiot.”

18 05, 2017

The trap

2017-07-09T00:40:59+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

I saw a life inflamed by its own pointing finger.
A finger leader of inaction and of a compliant mouth
that repeated commanded words
which found their place inside a cage of unquestioned synapses.
The words forgot their purpose.
They crossed curiosity off their list of curiosities.

I saw a finger falling into the trap and […]

15 05, 2017

Of course not

2017-07-09T00:52:52+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

You shaped with words what your efforts
never intended to touch.
“Here,” you said, “I hope this helps,”
and handed me a useless confusion
of intangible nonsense,
like a stupid “you’re enough” jpg
in some beautiful typography.
I always let words secretly rob me of hope and time
when my reserves are already depleted.
But who’s to blame? You’re […]

23 04, 2017

Forever young

2017-07-09T00:55:29+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

The ice melted,
the sugar dissolved.
Both faded
and got lost
in the red liquid of my glass,
in the red liquid of my core.
Who cares about
the conservation of mass,
when time decides
to do the same to my ass?

Maybe I got this wrong,
but I tried the Buddhists’ advice
of staying always in the present
so I could be […]

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