And
you thought
“in our world”
love was inaccessible.
And
you thought
there was
a moment in which separation and communion
became one.
What
was love for you,
if not a revolutionary force?
Imagine Dee-Eich-Law-Rence
sitting with a bottle of mezcal
looking you in the eye:
Imagine the virgin,
blooded, the in-between
those before us and those on top.
Feathered snake,
falling angel, sinking city,
burning feet.
A battle of sex and booze.
Imagine the world,
strangled, dreaming mad, rivers of bitter ale
reeking of ink and sex.
You and Lawrence
sat together,
playing lotería with corcholatas covered with
dead skin.
****
Suddenly --
unexpectedly-
(who knows
how these
things happen)
night &
morning
become the
same thing.
There is
a sound
like a
clock ticking
or keys
tapping
or a
heart skipping.
It may
be water
dripping or
wind whistling.
The gods
are having
a laugh
and the
sky did
fall --
suddenly after
all this
the desert
of silence.
Copyright © Ernesto Priego, 2010.
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