The Heart Of Jealousy
I stood underneath
A myriad of starless nights
And the hefty eaves
Impressed an anguish
Rummaging through
The unsinkable pillars
But here, I found
An unconquerable vision
And from here
I can pick up everything:
Their stellar scintillations
That shrills romantically
Like knives of irony,
The rasping lightning
Of her presence,
Or the booming thunder
Of his liaison.
I usurped the land
That jutted from the soigné
Prairies of satisfaction
Because I was a greedy leprechaun
Desiring to own everything
To keep them in my dominion
Where time is nothing
And age is a lore
Biting the wrists
Of the passing forlorn.
Under the perfidious eaves
I shook hands
With a setting sun
Torn between the façade
Of crimson and ochre
And the supercilious grip
Of its portly hand
Cloyed my gaunt ones
And I have denied
The two-faced farce
Of his gestures.
I turned my back
To resume my truancy
Picking the rattling beads
Soused in dripping oil,
I picked up the residues
And remnants of inebriation
And smelled it like spring,
I picked up the broken wing
Stashed it in a corner
Where I kept my own
Freshly ripped maneuver;
And then it grinned
To reveal the fangs
That it kept beneath
Blarneys and touch.
The sun grinded its maws
And opened its famished mouth
Devouring the knoll
And the empire I had.
It brushed the luminaries
With a violent breath
And they were crammed
In an unscathed nook
Safer than the darkness
Of ignorance,
It clapped to invoke
A mad thunder to roll
And eloped the lisping light
That the lightning evoked
The gloaming is a thief
Taking everything
And leaving crumbs
Of rues and regrets.
The jealous sun
Did not have to seize
What I never possessed
Just to acquaint me
With his pedagogy,
But now that I have
Walked and crawled
The fissures in his ever glorious
And supercilious flare,
I know that its heart
Is made of hate
Burning everything
That comes its graze.
poem by Norman Santos
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