Linear Poem by Ricardo Domeneck

Mouth to mouth
the world shows
its teeth and the throat
responds with infections.
Attentive to the world
as the world ignores
my will.
Even equivalence
produces collision and the axis
of salt unmasks
the sugar in a mouth.
'.'
The hero against
the stream, the sailing
hero.
Not enough apotheosis
for all, rain
falls often
before schedule,
we expect the credits
and they do not roll upwards.
Beethoven
had us fooled.
Of course in Who´s
afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Richard Burton, no,
George, resorts
to the empty womb
of Elizabeth Taylor,
no,
Martha, for the
final assault.
The scale of
nutrition does not
restart every
midnight, follows
the flow
of the esophagus, of
the thermometer, of
the tides, of
scars and its wounds, of
the rise and fall
of the effects
of cocaine, of caffeine.
The heredity of hunger
and the illusions of hygiene.

Translated by the author