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domingo, 28 de abril de 2013

Foto Abstracta 2663 El Creamundos - The Createworlds














if the devil wears prada & God pearly white
i don't know where my jeans fit

(they're off the bargain rack)
but serve a purpose

at the end of the drive, the long grass
by the mail box post scratches at them,
cars whizzing past---
                              [shunk]

close the mouth & flip through the ads,
(it's all we get---these days)
'look at that!'

a flyer proclaiming they'll tell me
where my genes fit
for just 99 bucks & a bit of DNA
all from the convenience of my own home

which they'll disassemble like a buick,
anal-eyes each part to determine
just what will kill me---up to 209 possibilities,
sin-dromes you might pass on to your off-
spring, ancestral history, that
disease your great great great great
gramps kept (how great is that?)---what's
hiding under your hood,
nuts & bolts
                 already they tinker, fix the inner space
so the blurred line ends with the next man-
ufactured birthing
                        complete w/ pre-emptive cosmetic surgery
we need a checklist:
      athletic ability (check)
      asthma (nope)
      endowment (check, check, check)
      poetic (well, let me think on that)

nip/tuck----tick, tick, tick (BING!), schlupp out pops 
our uber child (widget)
              isn't (s)he cute
& if we're god, who's left to blame
                        when it all goes wrong

the emperor has no clothes on, 
            the devil wears prada
                 junk mail recycled
                                    & i'll
                                        keep my jeans on

(a little while at least)


BRIAN MILLER





crimson tongues ensnares
a lollipop, enchanting it
to azure hue
while
purple shadows playing
peek-a-boo
with verdant rabbits
dressed in coats.

far away I see
the pink horses
marching to a sound machine
and go boom boom bang
while high above
magenta tracks
from sluggish badgers
painting tic-a-toc
across a sky of
tangerine and green
and deep below
the ruby elephants are
served Martinis
(without olives)

-
and then I wake
(without even getting a sip)


May 25, 2013



sábado, 16 de febrero de 2013

Foto Abstracta 2592 Son tus huellas el camino - your footsteps are the way









                                                                                                                                                               
Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar.

Traveler, your footsteps are
the way and noth
ing more

Traveler, there is not a way
the way is made by walking.
Walking makes the way
and looking back at the view behind
shows the path that never
is treaded again.
Traveler there is no way
but wakes on the sea.

Antonio Machado- PROVERBIOS Y CANTARES - XXIX

Limbo Delirium