Jose Garcia Villa Poems

God said, "I made a man
Out of clay—
But so bright he, he spun
Himself to brightest Day
...

In my desire to be Nude
I clothed myself in fire: —
Burned down my walls, my roof,
Burned all these down.
...

Leaned in my eyes and loved me.
Leaned in my throat and spoke.
Dared my grovelling bloodscape,
It to a dazzeling diamond made.
...

It is what I never said,
What I'll always sing—
It's not found in days,
It's what always begins
...

It's a hurricane of spirit—
That's genius! Not God can tear
It from itself, though He is the rose
In this skull that's seer.
...

I will break God's seamless skull,
And I will break His kissless mouth,
O, I'll break out of His faultless shell
And fall me upon Eve's gold mouth.
...

Between God's eyelashes I look at you,
Contend with the Lord to love you,
In this house without death I break His skull
I ache, I ache to love you.
...

Nobody yet knows who I am,
Nor myself may;
Nor yet what I deal,
Nor yet where I lead.
...

,
...