Poem by Carlos Mijares Poyer
STORM LAMENT-
Black is the Night
stardom in the nite storm
he who laughs last laughst best
even after Deathlike gladiator stage
spilled with the carmesí of red blood roses.
I see no future in your future my eyes
detained the time of reason
abstained the elements of the moon
of oblique S&M bondage desire on building roofs
the ciatic nerve instance in your last gait
the odour of wet ferns from between
your trembling legs.
copyright 21, 22, 23 february 2019
by carlos e. mijares poyer
la california norte, caracas, venezuela. the lost world.
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 