In this household there’s far too much noise!...your mobile, your pager, your palmtop, your laptop, your desktop, your land-line, your radio, your plasma screen, your mp3, your screw driver, your GPS, your audio-books, your lawn-mower, your toothbrush, your stereo, your play-station, your VCR, your hair-dryer, your pod-casts, your DVD player, your digital clock, your analogue clock, your juicer, my vibrator, your drill...
It rains with shivers in my zealot vow
To whom I was, to elder that I’ll be;
No lucid spring will blossom in the knee,
After the chaos of the falling crow.
No half or faked answers and no plea
To broken fortune in the mirror, now,
When I’m the reckless tyrant in the slough
Of recollection and despair glee.
No second thoughts; under the step will grow
A chasm, a heated spear or a sea
el reloj de arena
estrangula el desierto entero
piedra en la arena
arena en la piedra
ambas piedra y arena
lo discontinuo y el insomnio
estrangulados
se deshacen las horas
una a una
se deshacen los instantes
uno a uno
between two words the voice
loses its balance
glides on its reflection
in corners flashes of shadow
the speakers the writers buried
and in the mouth
the forgotten taste of crushed vowels
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