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
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poem by Norman Santos
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