Saturday, December 31, 2016

Año Nuevo

Slap a success sticker
on my tongue and say "aahhhh,"
throw some wire
through my jaw, jeopardize
gum-line, poke at
the tender spot, portend
some of your good
altitude.

Un otra dia
voy a lavar
é los
platos susio,
and who's gonna
stop me?

Dead air,
I fill unwillingly.

Dead skin
I will unerringly
resuscitate,
groomed for
another great
year.

Do-re-mi, baby.
Do-die-me, kid.
Don't-rate-me, lady.
Do-yr-part, dude.
Does-yr-mate do-his-math,
do-roses-melted-die-so-well?

El comienzo de el año nuevo
es un fuego en los dedos de manos y pies.

Determined, dead. Impress on me
some outline of your general impression.
I take the mantle of General Discretion.
Behind: cabinets stuffed with misleading remedies.

Delante: el suelo, flores, el cielo, montañas,
todo junto se ahogar
á
en el mar del año nuevo.

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