meu mendigo

quero secar as folhas
que colhi numa noite fria
e trasnforma-las numa cha
para que remedie
os calofrios que me deixou
um crepusculo sem sol
e com os ares tao claros
que desapareceu a lua

preciso esquentar
o meu sangue espantado
para ver de frente
um fantasma descarado
que me cantava de costas
versos de um falso sossego
e abria-me as minhas maos
para dar em pedacinhos

os miolos da minha alma
em miseras esmolas

laranja

quando penso em voces,
penso nas flores laranjadas
que antes conheci
numa vida passada
a beira de um rio
regado de lagrimas alegres
que brotaram dos seus olhos
que vao correndo sempre
a me arrastrar bem longe
de cualquer canto
a qualquer momento
ao olor de um verao
meio sonhado

fall

coughing tears

and crying bile

the poles invert;

turning leaves while

April's empty winds

carry a phantom hue

of last spring's seedlings

and frozen dew.

dans le noir

Je veux couper

ton souffle en deux

et respirer la moitié;

de vider

et remplir tes poumons.

Je veux gouter ta salive

et parler dans ta langue

et dire toutes les choses

que je n'aurais jamais ose

dire par jour.

Je veux entrelacer tes

doigts dans mon étreint

et entendre les paroles

du battement de tes paupières

dans le noir.

how

How would we live
if each breath we took was
numbered
and every hesitation
sent us flying asunder

in the vague realization

of a mind's half invention

of jewels merely plundered?

Deeply, softly, fully
slowly
inhaling only
to raise our hearts
in trepidation
of the next failing instant.

How would I touch you
if your skin was
dust and ash
eroded by the wind
as these marauding breezes pass
through you
and through my desperate grasp?

Deeply, softly, fully
slowly
lifting my hands only
if I have calmed the
waters rushing
just below your
swirling surface:

in reverence
of your fleeting spectre
of miraculous
light and
sound and
colour

and

How would you listen
if you knew I float alone,
bobbing on the waves
you hear pounding

against your bones?

debt

beyond our subtle fixation
on our own impending death
that clouds our better judgement
into a desperate,
fumbling attempt
to seal in our fate
some inoxydizeable worth,

our ashes pay our transport
past the ethers spent
and blindly coagulated
on our half-failed birth

traces

gailing winds rippled in a tempest of bile

of bubbling fury and chemical guile

that stole the diamonds from your eyes.

while the winds died;

your blood christalized,

your stillness stabilized,

and floating ghosts materialized

rising from the depths like jetsome

and washing up like

still-smoking-shrapnel

while the rest of you sunk into a current

that I could not follow

though I held your hand as it fell cold.

visceral red

When you spun silk

it tum(bled) out of you

in crimson threads

weaving a web

that pooled at our feet

and caught us by surprise.

siren

A manilla galleon

floating on foreign waves

away from your dreams

and into my incredulous hands

catches fire on the seas of burning,

swirling darkness

beneath the glassy surface

of barely audible light

a shipwreck rings out

like tinnitus in your ears;

cup them to my chest

and you will heard your own cries,

your lost sailor's sighs

wash up on beaches of unpromised gold.

nuestra humanidad

es una tarde de lástima

y del polvo dorado

en las calles desiertas

de los orgullos descalzos

donde reina la paz

de los resignados

que viven por el costumbre

de seguir casi-vivos

en el amargo encanto

del casi-olivdo.

landslide

The earth has finally settled.

I sift myself out of the rubble

and into a changed world.

The terrible silence

pulses louder than my heart

and almost stronger than my courage

to live without your voice.

The searing gases of this new atmosphere

are suffocating -

as caustic as the memory of

cinnamon, baby powder

and fresh warm bread

that began to disapate

the moment you fled.

This hopeless landscape of chasms

-that I dread I am doomed to fill

with burning, poisoned tears,

this sickening, alien vista

(where the streets will be renamed)

brings me to my knees

on the ashes you left behind.

a step outside

Take me to the sidewalk

to platinum, rainwashed cement,

where it is just you and I

in the calm of dawn.

Lead me by the hand,

conspicuous to the robins,

to the morning rush of air

that purifies our skin.

Pull me outside and away from

the articles of identity

to the cold and empty pavement

where all you have in this world

is your coat and my arm.

Simply, 

quietly, 

take me.

Please.

le puits caché

Je cherche de l'éspace dans le vide;

des besoins et les désirs

de mon beige penombre

où se rejoignent mes malheurs

- mes bêtes génées et sombres -

lesquelles je jette comme des fleurs

au fond d'un coeur muet

remplit de décombres

et presque gâché.

Là, où il n'est rien que toute

l'immensité

d'une mer de merde

et de la lumiere distillée.

Soon

sometime soon

I want to send reverberations through every cell in your body.

I want to feel your chest pulsate under your skin.

I want to see your skin flush

and smell you under your open pores.

I want to taste the salts of your lips

and sweep you away in a wave of sweat and scent

and crash into your internal sea of of plasma

and wash up on your midnight desert of bone.

I want you to torch my nerves.

I want your fingertips to smooth my tremulous breath.

I want your desperate hands to trace my veins

to their origin in my breast.

I want your blazing gaze to braise the glaze from my eyes;

to blind me except to your thirst,

to expose me to your catalysts,

to blow away the dust in my joints.

until we fall away like ashen snow.