i once read a poem by neruda, and it touched me to a point that propoelled my interest. and then i read althuzer by vicente huidobro whereby a man parachuted from the sky and the world unfolded into his poetic epic and it took me to a different place different from my ignorant geography of poetry.…


these winter nights undertake my body
usurps my reserved warmth with a strangle hold
scraping my nape with night fissures
of black bleeding

my body shrieks to the jerking marrow
and denudes the caverns through my nose
as my breath is a frozen gust along
the obsidian sky
fingertips paralyzed -curled to the clutch
of my palms that can't defrost
the serrated shards of the night solidify
as my body convulses and crystallize

the coldness' thickens as the pace of the air pervades
until all of me - sent like ashes from glaciers burned
- begin to evaporate ..............


as i ascend - there is a silence
a linear silence that tauts the horizon

and there is absence
-the absence of the light
...........comfort about the infinite dark
the pulsating breathing of the shimmering stars
the clarity of the large sky

i oscillate around your satellite
forever like a mortal coil