Things Instead Of Closet Doors

of madness, love and death

Since long ago did not write, I leave two poems newly hatched (up warm walk) the first of madness and love, the second of love and death.

I look at my long on with your eyes on the wagon
star
hang me your corners
this alone I love dry


I miss you in all of us and the dark
train up
reflects you in a cloud of vapor
with your gentle figure of smoke
docile
on my fingers from my embrace
white
; Blanco
                                                   white ...

In the stillness of the forest home of my country twisted
strikes me not to meet the need.

On the night of the dead
my lips turned purple, become swollen, pustular,
bleed and contract in the need
; ; dense
need a kiss from you

dark seeds of the unnamed

converge on my teeth for the deceased soft petals of my breath

little

a little

a little
dance eternity in my mouth ...