13 May 2019
Ocho
Ocho why does the tango have no limits –
beginning or end
perhaps it’s a binary system?
(like a grizzly and a ballet dancer)
you know only a few steps
yet he spins you mercilessly –
you whirl
toes stepped on you freeze momentarily
breathless
you submit to the velvety gentleness
let it lead seduce fate
we mark out moments in dance
that glint in the eye
breath like a hummingbird’s flight
I trust…
what matters is to be in your arms
Translation Graham Crawford
Anturaż, FONT 2019
13 May 2019
I didn’t see you coming
I didn’t see you coming
today I saw with my own eyes
wading though files photos mails
I waded through overgrown smses
gazed into eyes like gills
and I thought: healthy
pink lips like spawn in a cavity
promised much –
a body to equal the intellect
once in the Venetian square
fathers offered their daughters for sale –
hawked them… in the name of their happiness
now they happily offer themselves for auction
all it takes is a few crafty clicks on Photoshop
today I saw you with my own eyes
pushed through the paths
(desires and delights)
scents I desired to feel
to discover under your skin and wrist
parting the folds of the dress
to smooth the pulp
squeeze out pips of sensitivity
touch the core of the promise
today I saw you with my own eyes –
there was an emptiness
barrenness in a shell
like the files of words mothered by
cybermystification
Translation Graham Crawford
Anturaż, FONT 2019
10 May 2019
What if… the moon was the size of a pixel
What if… the moon was the size of a pixel
it would be as large as a dull-witted man
(a drop of blood on the skin)
dangle upwards, like Neil Armstrong
and the gold glow of such a moon
would warm me
as if you were physically beside me
are mirages real? the iguanas are near
with glasses on or without
do you feel? – it’s a rosary
from Fatima the scent of the sandalwood tree
will embrace in the night
more than just our fingers
Translation Graham Crawford