Warren Falcon

(04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Anunciación - para César Vallejo


Llegar tarde al Amor

la torre rota
llora su ruina timbre.
Larga sequía del aire
alambiques el badajo.

Pero un solo aliento, Trembler,
grietas de metal.
Mudez cae.

Palomas asustadas dispersan.

Anunciación de balseros:

Ven.

Recuerde la alegría,
cómo balancearse.

¿Quién tira de la cuerda
son muchas.

Moneda de plata,
volar desde

fuente de vacío,

renovar en
mano de deseo
de un santo
oración bolsillo
volver.

Pobres de corazón, de dispersión.

Pan, se hinchan al
apoyándose monumentos.

Flores
por los muertos,

crecer salvajemente
pellizcar los amantes

quien besar

encima

abierto

tumbas.


Gallo Negro,
buscando, a los arañazos
todas las madrugadas.

Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2011
Edited: Saturday, December 21, 2013

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