Under the covers, the winds of sleep
rock the poppies of your breasts
We close our eyes to this life
and open them to the other Next to the eager
ness of the fly, the wrath
of a flock of sparrows
and the saintliness of the horse
you fall off the precipice of the day's bridge
The teeth of winter
also sleep for a while
Under the bed, my shoes too rest
their burning eyes
At 2 A. M. God comes out to stretch his legs
and lights the cigarette of a whore
that struts in front of the drugstore
The plank of solitude
that spawns fraternities
—snake and hare, owl and mouse—
is dispelled when I exist in your dream
alongside with whom I was and will be
The night is a knife of diving dust
You arch a shoulder and office buildings collapse
when your knees point skyward
there's thunder in a desert
If you were to open your eyes now
you could mangle a continent
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I'm glad that Ernesto Trejo is back along with some of the other un-dead from post 1955.
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the way he talks about his subject is so cliche to the point of gagging but the vivid way he does it just makes that cliche seem invisible.
sex in an early morning with metaphors that break the back of a camel -- I say.
great piece, too bad he isn't 'round to write more of these. those of us who love his work will just have to write in his place.
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when your knees point skyward
there's thunder in a desert
If you were to open your eyes now
you could mangle a continent
These are, by far, my favorite lines. This is superb! Sensational. I have never read anything like it. The beginning of the poem is wonderful, but the ending just grabbed me and threw me on the bed. Wow. -
I must applaud the person who decided to start doing this poet of the week for bringing me here. This is yumminess. Off to read more.
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Wow. This was refreshingly different. Reminds me a bit of Paz in the imagery department. The teeth of winter is really excellent. I am enjoying getting this news about the Poet of the Month or Week or whatever .. it is turning me on to lots of different styles and writers.
Cool poem.
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A wonderful freeverse, I feel a lot of people could relate to this poem
Pozo
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