alexandre arnau Poems

my uncle
and godfather
told stories
better than many
...

you broke the dawn ceilings
dragging the roots
of midnight's trees
behind you
...

1.
la noche caía en suaves
olas opalescente
tranquila danzas brillantes
...

in a place called home
stands a strange kind of nothing
where we used to be
...

1.

and now
sitting here
...

take your hands
and dance
...

the same bleary eyed
sun
greets you at the door
on your way
...

i stare through my
reflection
in the window
of this room
...

she has a way about her
that cuts right through the doubt
with machine gun haste
from a razor cut mouth
...

how long has it been
since you last changed yourself
always running
from what you were
...