Abysm Poems

Brumal mist ...
Crawls o'er the spindrift
White hats and bobbing buoys
Nod to me in affirmation ...

Oh, Calypso ...
So calculable and sure
Stir me as the sand, soft
Gather me to the briny abysm ...

Deep, dark and close ...
Reticent and cosmos cold
Made sustenance for...Read More

Systemic symmetries of destruction, 
gorging with thoughtless consumption…
Within the bowls of corruption,
enslaved by the sanguinary skins of seduction…
Butterflies bloom to demonic deeds, 
of the feeding frenzy that surely bleeds…
Voices that spread their saintly seeds, 
only entrapped within wrangled weeds.

Fake media...Read More

Silver blades in deathmatch, sound of thunder, lightning cuts flesh in half.
Robotic feet march, shaking redwood trees, frightening bird wings.
Bobbing heads in claustrophobic helmets, decomposing.
Cannonballs block out the sunny skies — fate’s abysm.*
Fat furry rats scurry, from trench to trench...Read More

The upbeat moon
becomes dazed, when you 
start, the dance of death.

Personified, lone word, 
unloved; changes the 
choreography.

Given space, a sick 
crowd, expands, unsquares, 
for the throne.

The abysm from which 
the cicadas are crawling out 
to devour our being.

I do not...Read More

I stand, facing the roaring deep
 I stand, and get jolted from my petrified sleep
 A most wonderful sight
 A most phenomenal sight

 Waves, unleashing their fury
 Waves, battling, wild and free
 Waves, tainted with all the shades of blue
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despair knocks the door
hallucinating the mind
tormenting the soul

darkness dispels light 
sinister black shadows loom
unhinging spirit

an evil fiend tempts 
execrable ideas
drowning to abysm





3-31-2016...Read More

Carlos Bousono’s poem : Recordando a pastora imperio

                         for Damaso Alonso

(Poem published in the collection :...Read More

The Question, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Cuestion

				« …Oh ! God, Oh ! Centre »*

		for Vicente Puchol

(* Note by the editor, Alejandro D. Amusco, attesting that the above quotation was not included in Bousono’s Antologia poética, 1976, and...Read More

UPON THE SEASHORE
Off the blue Nantucket
music of laguid hours,emerges
from the labyrinth,delicate
snail-horn perceptions of beauty,
thronging this world of sensible
things.Stirred by majesty,soft
flowing surging impressions
where sea meets sky.Infinite
purples,fragments of rainbow
gleam in the spindrift,sensuous 
lively,lovely,many-hued restless
gossamer,abysm of time in a
dancing throng,slow recurrent
the rhythm of...Read More

I am hollow for I want what is out of my reach
Things I cannot have at that precise moment
My will struggles inside like a chained monster
Trying to get lose and devour whatever has the
Power to make my silly selfish dream...Read More

Torn and Tattered Wings

It’s not easy to have seen
All the darkness inside you
Places I have been
Sorrow and degrading
Thrusting their blades epithetize 
Hard into your heart

I look in your eyes
See the padded cells of your tears
Their blackwash lays cringing
Dogging your footsteps
With...Read More

I turn my eyes to the abysm,
twisting my hands nevoursly.
I don' t love anymore, I brood over.
This stormy sea in me - it's an obsession
that calms down only when you come in
and then, when you did I remember,
all the sorrows...Read More