Relinquishment

dirty clay

feet : that is to say

the clay in our feet – toiling

in advance – exceeding the Lord’s

output plan for producing

human adobe

 

there is no way to spoil someone’s pleasure – or

celebration – since it had been

previously ruined (long before

we were lied to and baptised)

 

you can – at the most – trigger

absurd cramps and

hypocritical fits of rage : drinking

hard – at the same time praying harder that

strong drink should no longer exist

 

…yet – after all – one has nothing else

to do – better and more decent –

than

to reconcile with God : unquestionably

the sole magnificent designer – the genuine – musician

and existential counsellor – in

the whole wide universe

Throngs of Madams Bovary

throngs of madams Bovary

per square centimetre ! – ’twas not Flaubert who

drew her out of her bitter

Epsom salt bathtub – it’s we who

we lack the strength to treat the woman

fair – in particular – her

piles of broken – crushed – crippled

wings – from lying in abeyance for so long :

waiting for the everred signs of

acknowledgement – requisite and

unequivocal signals from

the vigorousness of those liable for

the trains’ acceptance to enter

the railway station – from those who

urged her to have blind faith in

the cuckoo clock on the sky’s

white crosses

 

and all these have arisen from the curdling of

books and from

the souls’ – the masks’ and

the words’

expiration date

 

…throngs of madams Bovary – my alarm

signal when – in all its suberbness – naïvety cracks

the eggshell with

its beak – and finds itself right in the middle of

the vermiculate cosmic

slum

English version by Gabriela PACHIA