Juan Arabia Poems

We leave the city behind,
misfortunes, miss for tunes, etcetera;
where we no longer sow
any songs.
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On the lowest branch of a bauhinia
rests the aquamarine black.
Enduring hummingbird… Purple,
like edge's pleasure, thirsty
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The ancient blood forests
once more made new by the sun,
and everything green and its sap,
and the hollows blinded in the deep.
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Will these songs fly even higher?
From a mask they'll make an even poorer
artifice, reducing the
ashes of their life experience,
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Let's go down together to feel the dislodging.
Listen to the wind as it swells
above the wheat:
sharp metal war.
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From the ashes of a cigarette
falls the moon

and the flowers will turn her head
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For a moment, for years perhaps,
the Brescia fish sold out
while the suicide shot crowned the flowers,
the whitest, the freshest flowers in the market.
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Outside lies the serpent, seething along the unchanged path.
With rules within rules, now dying by hat.

With kings and paupers sharing a common hate, similar sneers,
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