Saturday, July 18, 2009

Cigarette Lighter Toggle Switches

HD





About me turn the wind.

I was at your door

and I know

that you are beyond

further still,

another cliff.



(HD) Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961)

Monday, July 6, 2009

Wedding Dress Sample Sales, Grand Rapids Mi

joaquin, while waiting for Camilo


Nicholas comes in.

When he runs toward me
my weary bones respond
with emotional spasm. So
welcome to this scene
where puppets
were beaten for reasons
much as I do not know.
But anyway catch up to be
the first failure of your life
and your first suspect. Do not bother
in denial, consider this final
as a detail in the course of things,
an accident that will help
leave before I ask for explanations
by this turmoil. I appreciate your arrival
perhaps hide the promise of understanding
what was secret to me,
dark poet heard that rumor does not perceive the
of a coherent system of reality.
Since my last chair
attend to your amazement.
In your eyes voracious
point
prenatal hesitation
of a world that is not mine.
Mine falls apart, stunned
on the rubble of its own center. Dismiss
then my century with mercy.
Now is your chance
of taking care of you and your brain,
while you wake
and my heritage are all your questions.


JOAQUIN Giannuzzi

Premier Skin Care Columbus Ohio

wheel


wheel things in the light and at night, turn
furniture, tools, utensils of
weather
creak, creak, its catalog as vast as the sea,
the ghost with pots and pans echoes in
the kitchen,
uncovers a bottle high, line the cups,
umbrellas, shoes, books, guitars and clothes
arrived from the caves, shrouds, necklaces,
objects that have lost their reason,
hit in the chest, on the edge of the wind and lightning
,
insane presence of objects at the edge of man,
surrounding the mysterious source of existence,
prey to hunt, full of temptations
splendid and squalid gifts of the gods,
the Christ with mercy old
dishes and shared the miracle, shared utensils,
blood ties with a pitcher blessed.
Each to their stuff,
heritage of countless subjects,
china, wood, glass, steel, smoke.
Al Pharaoh leave the service of death,
their belongings, perfume bottles, headbands.
many things around our steps
while moving in the ground to
over the coffee.


ENRIQUE MOLINA