but i digress

pero divago

es un automatismo franco
y elevado

nada que ver con el generalísimo
pero en general

es el género de nuestros eneros
nublados & nevlados

entre nuestras gestiones congeladas
& fracasos helados

te quiero decir
te quiero

pero divago
distraído

en la catedral
del cuy empalado

antes del plato fuerte
de nuestra ultima cena

image: last supper, marcos zapata, 1753 (cusco cathedral) / wikipedia, in public domain.

but i digress

it’s a frank & elevated
automatism

in general but nothing to do
with the generalissimo

it’s the genre of our clouded
& snowy januaries

between our frozen gestures
& icy failures

i want to say
i want to say i love you

but i digress
distracted

in the cathedral
of the impaled guinea pig

before the main course
of our last supper

What I’m Reading:

I don’t trust the human beast … and I don’t like crowds. I drink my beer, hit the typer and wait.”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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