beneath the february sun

---------
I have consumed the sleep
---------Of wanderers,
Swallowed the nightmares
Of the misbegotten who
---------Frequent the slaughterhouse,
Drank down the dreams of
---------Of the insomniacs,
And thrown diamonds
Into the dustbin
---------Where the guillotined king’s
---------Skull cries.
---------
My heart is free of desires,
My soul devoid of conceits,
The celestial song fills
---------My lungs.
There is no torment
That I fear
It is only the ice that cracks
Beneath the February sun
---------That causes me consternation.

pilgrimage

---------
After visiting various
Monasteries, nunneries,
Tombs of saints and shrines
Of which the multitudes
Of pilgrims travel
---------To in search
Of life in an avoidance
Of death, I have
Come to the realization
That I have been
---------Abandoned,
And that the
Metaphysicians that I
Had turned to
In my youth were
Not worth their fees.

the feast

---------
The lines you fed
The fishmonger
On the black
Sky summer
---------Afternoon
Were not lines
One feeds
To fishmongers,
Or even butcher
---------Boys
When their only
Thought is of
---------The feast
That they shall miss.

torn canvas

--------
Torn canvas
seen in the proper
light seems more
beautiful than the placid
reflections that the masters
had proclaimed as great.