Sunday, 26 June 2011


You do not see the gold filling in his molar
Carol Watts, this is red 5

if the sunset is quiet skin
do things rather have said
press mouth to wall to hear
the ordinary condition of existence
field o’coin
fear & fear & fear crying
out for the dark in the unceasing
sunrise poor eyes pouring sun & cloudless
cartoons ceasing
un. beautiful war
beautiful hair
beautiful beauty
. creatures a sack o’them ... laughedereding
& my poor fool is derd.

¿Qué me importan los fusiles?
César Vallejo, 'Palmas y Guitarra'

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