viernes, 14 de enero de 2011

tonight

As seven oxidized seven-branched candelabra
are your forty-nine insolent reproaches;
seven poison impregnated black nails 
admonitions that challenge with seven rows of teeth;


But tonight sunflowers are rising
to face the darkness, to take their destiny;
moths will bite the lining of your soul
and your damn words will vanished.


Tonight
rivers of honeysuckle shall flow,
born in my eye sockets,
they will rampage your reservations,
flood with
their strength your anger
and die in your breasts and legs.


Tonight I'm going to kill  seven beasts
with the fine knife of my joy.