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slowdive @ the riviera Who you’ve all been waiting for: An ocean of sweat and skin, Chafing thighs, and hard dicks; enter A space with no space emptying Itself a cup of sorrows filled with Laser lights and graphics; a young man Shits on a lotus flower while Another impales another with An upside down cross in another country. Drain my veins of purity The band is on stage facing Thousands of ants…
Baby blue and sunflower yellow. Pa pushed as if I were on the swing— I saw abuela fly back Across the kitchen, against The screen door, head against the wall Eyes closed pouring A sluice of tears. Royal blue and tanned skin. What color is that of no breath? A horse pastured under no shade— Through the screen I saw el monte Vibrant, dark, watching. The white Cement fence and no shadow from The zinc…
poem by carlos cruz
I Leave, please, find the right sun. Leave me here and I’ll wait for the rain and the flood and ride the boat down the sullen current. Below dry clouds, the alpenglow . II A bitter animal, you say I say you don’t know how to eat chocolate. To let it melt on your tongue to let it mix with your spit. Chew. I’ve already been trapped in your molars, thrashed like a boat crashing the breakwater. III…
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A Midnight Vault story
