Pedro Tejada Poems

I can't stand the restlessness any longer!
If I were wearing a 19th century hairdo,
it would look like a haystack by now!
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Roses ride
'round the running romance
of resonance and rhythm,
reducing rulers
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The last dropp of fuel
has vanquished within the fog
of vacuous steam,
and the words are asphyxiated
...

I wish I could drive a fossilized Cadillac
right through an arid desert
in the middle of Arizona
so my desolation can have its own landscape.
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I stood there like a dropp of water
as you savagely tore my very last shred
of ill-fated dignity,
as you so cunningly blared through
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Without the love of poetry,
were it not for the words ricocheting
from the nests in my soul
to the white paper sky,
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As the exhaust spewed its mourning glum
onto the whimpering porcelain snow,
the chauffeur looked up and desperately prayed
for an Academy Award winner.
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The elegant madwoman with a golden valor.
Louder than the falling trees
stumbling everywhere around her feet!
The spiritual mother, everyone's empress,
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There
Is
A
Fly in my drink
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