domingo, 20 de marzo de 2016

WATER IN THE STONES

I slept trough 

The earthquake

 

I slept under the stones

I can see the blaze of the sun 

Through the air

 

 

The day after was

Full of dead things

The day after was

Full of broken things

 

 

I swim in 

The tidal wave

I swim with my lumps

Plenty of  water like a sea lion 

 

 

The day after was

Full of dead things

The day after was

Full of broken things

 

 

 

 

Latter-Day Saints of Tinder

The prophet ladies gathered in my office to pray nightly… it’s 9:30pm

Hello Ladies

 

Like me

And I will love you today.

Refuse me,

I will love you forever.

 

Any stranger can touch you

because you are holy.

You burn with fire

the leftover

because it is sacred.

 

Latter-Day Saints

Latter-Day Saints

Holy Tinder

 

I trust you’re all being zion increasingly?

Are there 12 of you gathered? 

(girls voice: “yes”, “yes”)

Ok.

 

I led the flock

through the desert

and came to Mount

and you show up

in a flame frost

 

I take a calf

and two rams,

unleavened bread

and oil cakes

 

burning incense;

acacia wood

on an altar.

You will make unto thee

your brother,

and their children,

to sing my song.

 

 

Latter-Day Saints

Latter-Day Saints

Holy Tinder

 

The Lord showed me he’s very pleased with this group of 12 ladies

Willing to do whatever you’re called on to do.

 

Stay away;

Take off your shoes,

because the place where you are

It is sacred ground.

You eat in a heavenly place,

because it is very blessed thing,

my offerings

statute forever.

 

Later you eat

Of my body

And you drink the juice

of my bowels

For I am the one who sanctifies them.

 

Latter-Day Saints

Latter-Day Saints

Holy Tinder

 

And others that have stepped forward and by learning how to live the higher order of the sinister law. Also, I’ve been shown that all of you need to become more fervent.

And the increase of the spirit of God, fervent in your devotion to heavenly Father and priesthood. Love everyone equally. You’re in for everyone equally. 

Look upon each other with a spiritual eye, thinking of God, seeing His nature increase 

In each other...and praying for each other to be increased in Godliness. 

Your willingness to respond includes a willingness to reach for the heavenly gift and 

administering to one another and to me. I need to know the heavenly fire is being reached for and increased within you and that you are not taking on the pride of success where you feel the heavenly power but you’re not increasing it through you own exertion. So I ask you to look at yourselves.Do you feel the heavenly fire only because of the faith of others around you and over you? 

Or all day long do you feel the increase of the heavenly fire in every task and every 

connection with anybody? Ladies, you must concentrate on the bond of oneness. You must be an extension of God through priesthood...in every desire and prayers that I will be strengthened and that is how you are strengthened. If the Lord doesn’t name you to be with me in the heavenly session, then you will fall under a greater condemnation and not be used.

 

 

I DON’T WANT TO LOSE THE ABSOLUTE

I am a body now

That could have not been

Except for my eyes

Each point of fossilized light

 

I am blue water

Like the skylight

In this land

Where everything born dies

 

May I speak the language of the stones

When I walk in the village of your synapses?

May I speak the language of the stones

When I walk in the village of your synapses?

 

 

I burn despite the cold

In the most isolated land

Where everything is broken

 

The mother language

Where the sorrowing

Words are the nothingness

 

May I speak the language of the stones

When I walk in the village of your synapses?

May I speak the language of the stones

When I walk in the village of your synapses?

 

THE MASTER OF BANALITY

Under all this dirt

The floor is really clean

This soup doesn’t have much taste

The light of the sky must be

Filling the caves by the sea

Into how small a space

The word judgment can be compressed

 

I want to be a master

But I am not a master

 

I want to be a master

But I am not a master

 

I still have a lot to learn

I still have a lot to teach

I still have a lot to learn

I still…

 

The whisky doesn’t taste

Like a whisky taste

I saw my dog eating

The body of a raccoon

I saw the head of the raccoon

Under the snow

I get up out of bed

In the night

 

 

I want to be a master

But I am not a master

I want to be a master

But I am not a master

 

I still have a lot to learn

I still have a lot to teach

I still have a lot to learn

I still…

sábado, 19 de marzo de 2016

El Doctor de las estrellas

En un taller de poesía se burlaron de mí:
es increíble que el Estado haya invertido
90.000 dólares
para que seas Doctor en Sociología
y estudies en la Universidad de Columbia;
ahora digitás tu vida
según los caprichos de Sagitario.
Pero los sociólogos
también saben de ilusiones
y de estrellas.
Germani escribía sueños
en Idilio
y Fogwill horóscopos
en el chicle Bazooka.
Escribir, editar y leer
son una misma cosa.
Leyendo los movimientos de Cástor y Pólux
voy a pensar una estrategia
para que vuelvas a estar conmigo.

Un papel con mi nombre en tu freezer

Soy una bola de papel 
congelada 
atrapada en la oscuridad
de tu odio
que me empuja
al olvido
de mi nombre envuelto
en el silencio blanco 
de la luna nueva.