Oh i remember you … showed me a painting one day ( there is no such dog )
the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee Continue reading
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I mistook César for Jésus
Córdoba: My mouth is a Moorish gate
My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.
Jerez: Our stones, they beg for a river
Our stones shear, like our religions, whose fall so near. There’s the catch, the shiver, the beg for a river. Continue reading
Jerez: Our stones, they shear, they shear like our religions
Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.
Soothe the writhing child of panic
one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, Continue reading
Remind me later how much this hurts now
The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind Continue reading
Oh, i remember you … showed me a painting one day
i am the friend come to you dressed as the enemy whom you recognise when false friends steal your clothes Continue reading
