READIN

🦋 Mataderos

(another poem written to a prompt from La universidad desconocida...)

Poesía que tal vez abogue
por mi sombra
en días venideros
cuando yo sólo sea un nombre
y no el hombre
que con los bolsillas vacillos vagabundeó
y trabajó
en los mataderos del viejo y
del nuevo continente

posted evening of Thursday, September 6th, 2012
➳ More posts about Poetry
➳ More posts about Writing Projects
➳ More posts about Projects
➳ More posts about The Unknown University
➳ More posts about Roberto Bolaño
➳ More posts about Readings

Poetry which may perhaps
defend my shadow
some time, in days to come
some time when I'm just a name
not the man
with empty pockets, wandering
and working
in the butchers of the old
and of the new continent.

My dreams, my not-so-easy dreams,
   my dreams with antecedent
   in some unknown trauma
   some nightmare long gone by
I drop them and they fall
   there's no external reference
   to hold them up, to slow them down
   no parachute,
   to where? and when
   will they stop, will they find some
   resting place?

Dreams fall of the old
   and of the new continent,
   they fall without end;
dreams of friendship
   macho friendship: rough homoerotic self-
   sufficiency, published privacy. And in the
butchers of North America
   may no dreams work
   but shadows.

posted evening of September 23rd, 2012 by Jeremy

Respond:

Name:
E-mail: (will not be displayed)
Link:
Remember info	Send