the night cools my soul
and suffocates the woven rags
in raucous, glaucous pedestal
in which are posed the glosses
of the dislocated dawn of apotheoses
evoked among the roses
revitalized and morose
furrowed with bruises
and ravished with purring,
looted with piles,
asleep in nothingness,
scattered by time,

the wind clearing dust and earth
from my eyelids to see my blood,
boiling, foaming,
in the heavenly, insolent spring,
of innocence breaks my ranks

in pearly, beaming floods,
I am only one moment
in the awakening from nightmares of the last night on earth

I play the game of twinned times with memories
in black, sleep-inducing bristles where my stunted dreams macerate
that try to measure up to the only truest,
those of the word and forgetting

(banners of solitude
where I atone from my anger
over the stupid lies of life)

saturnine rotations in the rings
of the squares of carnal annals

oceanic replies and reversals
in waves and whirlpools rounded by
the frictions of fiction and splits in the
fissions on the fissures in sutures on the azure
crackled with bits and divided with stripes
surrealistic and liquid in the limpid
bricks in the doorways
grins of the diurnal moon in fragments of water tanks
and the words the words the words

the alcohol flows freely,
ambrosia of idiots,
the blood of the giants who feed the streams

the arabesques almost agile in the kidneys of the remains
of dry marrows strewn over blazing breaches
spare parts of stylized horrors among the crossings
sly, encloistered with spontaneous mistakes
in the voided void with ova rhyming with ideas of rime

fragmented into stellar crystals
pulsating drifts in pulmonary echoes
and racily rooted with blasphemous ices of traces
chants and flasks
hidden and fantastic

if my wishes are under the care of smooth silky dreams
I would dare to hope to know when emerged from my eyes
in gazes transformed from matter into halos

2.

the emptiness of words and
the emptiness of the soul, spitting made to measure
by its loathsome instruments of war,

devour the ubiquity of silence in
the temporal frameworks

doxa of disturbance
crime and punishment of resplendent backwashes
in stylistic echoes of simple purities
prolific pleonasms
of magnificent and magnanimous anarchic dogmas
fullness and multiplicity
foldings in the subtleties
simultaneous deconstruction of my feverish poetry

the instants that escape the desire to capture them
the hands too big to wear them, shedding leaves
in fragrances, the effervescence of foam, the rainy soils
of planets in orbit around galaxies in infinite spirals
in the darkness the softest of sleeping azure

3.

season of skies in fluorescent compendia
glints of joy on hinges tainted with rust
in expectation of the tender, wet suffering
drunk, obsessively bubbled sleepwalker
abandonment of the being in indivisible cells

4.

the Cyclops's eye gaping in its pedestal
grief of the myopic giant in his rags
leaves that mask our timeless prayers

apocalyptic cancer in an orgy of destruction
sows the blood of semes that self-love in syncopated scenes
repercussions of rebounds of shattered shells
on the surfaces of mirrors, on the imprisoned reflections
echoes of sighs of exterminated shadows

ghosts and spectres of lights that slip between
the railings of my eyelids
to throw themselves into the abyss
of my skull

5.

at the end of the world
your wings spread, viscous
will detach.