Abraham de la Torre Poems

Unpremeditated, just a reflexive blink,
Was not as startled as the glitter of grime
Against the sun-streaked light.
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Antoine's torment
is shared
remembering murder
silent without a grave
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let me shed the hate
that ill applies to anger although consummate
unluckily discerned by trinity and bred
by esoteric tragedies and irregular neglect
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Our meeting was a secret
At the same time never met
You heard me sing
I heard you talk
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While they sleep the unmolested
Before the nth dilapidated
Token, bidden, chosen, broken hymen, stalking semen
Men for women
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He subdues the restless
Urge to worry
And dresses
Up Instead.
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They used to attack
at dawn
when the dirt of light
is still dark
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Not quite disembarked
from the FX cab, the woman cried.
A short, shrill, sudden scream.
Her purse was snatched.
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My English teacher was sledgehammer blunt
and called the kid who wet
his chair a “drip” because
a “bed-wetter” wet the bed, she said.
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The angel did not need a magic wand
To wave for what it had was pure command
Dictated by a depth whose only wish
Ran similar to ripples like a beat.
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