[]n from Mexico 2009
by Edward Wells II
copyright 2011
Edward Wells II
Smashwords Edition
flower opened; blood red pointed tips, lips
Some works in this book have been published before:
Where was the easiness?
She will always be
published in Shoots and Vines
shootsandvines.com
Mexico 2009
published in The Bicycle Review
http://www.thebicyclereview.net/
thank You to each individual that helps make this possible
[]n
These electrical wires wrap up the walls perpendicular to the
rounded meeting of the roof and the wall. Some turn
in tight curves to achieve intended ninety-degree changes to run
the simile's parallel to that curve that is the grace
of so many rooms here. The double-barrels of something like
the white extension cords of my youth in the 1980's
United States of America running toward the room's ceiling's metaphorical
center (painted in places into the wall and escaping to
the unpainted, inverted plain of the ceiling's painted white blankness)
and crashing in a horrible mass of tangle and black
electrical tape.
co-written with Minerva Reynosa
I'm thinking about falling in love with You.
Y no me recupero: sístle-diástole. Mientras am thinking la plata la sangre el costo
and the warmest place to do the mother-pain.
I should say that I am considering it.
I should say that the country is a terror.
Delimitación.
Dulzura.
Acapulco en la retina: rastamanes: un oído: once upon a time in Jamaica-España…
It would be simple.
When You look at Me with eyes: circle, circle, settle.
Lúbrica forever.
I'm caught. Caigo. Me envuelvo/desenvuelvo. Prolongo esta lengua de nubes disipadas. Un lago desdoblando su olor de húmedad: malseco / muerto / polución. Esto no puede ser óptimo: I sense the scene where two people in a crowded room become the only ones.
Don´t trust anyone over 30.
Don´t trust anyone over 30.
Don´t trust anyone over 30.
I wonder if that is not what You are creating in those moments.
Puzzle. Pedazo. Retazo. Escenografía. Parche. Remedo.
Do You lose yourself dijo cacaso and all of reality like some gentle madness manifested in a gentle red that coats: fenomenología,
darker than the candy on apples: and the sex and drugs and the complications, around your eyes: minha namorada cocainômana,
like falling backward into velvet: the cauliflower, wart tip, sea anemone landscape
of your mind,
deep into your orbits,
your canals: venice calling,
your consciousness descending; descending toward your center until You are a bright: el horizonte el movimiento mento vivo movimiento,
flickering candle in the shell of world: of the all of You
…all gone out, except only that that is all You. Like the actions of an actress that has forgotten the why and lives the lines causing Me to wonder what will happen next. Y desde aquí, en esa línea perdida el psiquiatra / la paciente / los inadaptados sin olvidar a Marylin-estela-blanca de la nariz ida. Happy birthday Mrs. President. TV. Tuya caída la matriz pensando algo sumamente carnoso desde el ojo.
i beegin to listen.
i wonder why it is not that it should be like this at all the times.
like the why of not like this is something that shouldn't be earnest.y examinated
because i am liking it a lot in the right now