Jonatha Moya Poems

- After Rainier Maria Rilke


The washers have lived with death
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It was the light that told Vincent,
the one which always told him the truth
reflected his soul's desire,
the glistenings of his mind,
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(In homage to William Carlos William)

Outside was my red bicycle
leaning against the wall
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Perfection can only be seen in the descent,
the glow of spotlights colliding to true whiteness,
the realization that grief touches the ground.
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Ariana, adopted the old Greek ways,
when Nikos died diving for sponges.
She encased her curses into two lead stones:
smuggling one into his coffin,
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I asked the haberdasher
to make me a new soul.
something inexpensive
and lighter than 21 grams
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What will happen
when we
stop writing poems?
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When the giant bagel fell from the sky
everyone complained when it blocked the road.
Even when children cut it into pieces
and passed it out, lathered with shmear and lox
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There once was a race of cake men
equally divided between
birthday and wedding types,
each born into whatever flavor
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Man has
a map of the galaxy
for his body,
a map of his genes
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