###### BRONZE LIKE NIGHTFALL

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Yesterday the pink crayon

Colored my dreams again

All tinted with you

The big gladiola

Belled on each spur

Twenty busts of the dead

With heavy tongues

And stale breath

Oppressive venison of the dawn

Pressed their pale lips

On the phantom collar

Of your name

Yesterday the velvet turned green

Under the bridges

The smell of the old trees

Haunts me

The sea hisses on the worn earth

I’m afraid to be alone

Blood and vomit from real life

I’ll build the sexes in secret

From inherited nightmares

Dusty flowers of autumn

I’m afraid to be alone in your tomb


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###### HALLUCINATIONS TO BE HEARD

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Sleep until the spotted jaguar dawn

Gives itself up to blue black deep

Forever charcoal

Tear my sadness on the thorny shrub

Of your musky desire

Sleep

A thousand deserts divide us

Sodom and Gomorrah unbelievable pleasures

Erotic meditations

In the air the bracelet of my lips

Makes an O of unspeakable measure

As the invisible guards

Living under my tongue

Splinter the millstone with the tremors of a widow

The sad wind rises

A love thought

The round muzzle of the afternoon swings under bridges

Huge white poodles follow the footprints of the fog

Capricorn

Your dogs announce their threat

Earth glitters with December

The reckless bird buried

Let’s sing the song of the rain again

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