Saturday, June 15, 2013

Body 's decay


Time flows away
slowly and motionless
into the laguna's artery

Red fluid pouring from
the shabby pasteboard walls 
into the golden beating heart

Decrepit gondolas slip
like scarlet blood cells
in the city's veins

The face, an eyeless mask
fixing into the void 
smiling into the abyss


The smell of the swamp 
fecal waste of an old man
waiting for the death.



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