sábado, 2 de julio de 2011

Culo de mal asiento




"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams"
W.B. Yeats


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Permanence 

that unconditional elusive         
                                                            Eminence

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Cocorosie - Not For Sale by holdenglass






Bad seated ass

any blood curdling
liquid bunch of
diamond chains
sip sipping
let the chimes pass

(Tread softly he said)

caked in dark flour
sun bleached
any small endeavour
to be reached
and then

sip sipping
till another one
dawns

- and among the thorns and the jagged glass strewn lawns you walked heedless and high headed; you read the story only once and fried the pages over for breakfast, another one shall come -

(Only my dreams he said)

he wove them in
threaded pine-needles
smeared sap glue from
punctured baobab skin
held them tight and
he lay them down
by the highway


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