Mareo Poético Poem by Alexandro Johns
Mareo Poético
El trigo
luego del corte del pan,
el canto de pájaros en degüello
en la jaula de mi sangre,
caen como lluvia de algoritmos
sobre mi binario paraíso.
Con ojos en los pies
cruzo un desierto de pieles
y llego al mar;
en la quilla de un paquebot
voy de puerto en puerto,
entre rosas acuáticas
clavadas en la espuma
de mi sinsentido.
Monday, May 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: crazy
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