Del poemario "Color" - Poema "Semana"

Semana

A pesar que la semana recién nace,
este lunes pálido
desenreda el resto de los días
como un caracol trepando una cuesta.

Hoy el corazón late con la sencillez
de un sustantivo en blanco,
los ojos miran sin levantar tildes
o pensamientos que traen caudales
de alucinaciones,
las manos tantean con la experiencia
que los años cobran en su marcha.

Siete días para volver a intentar
nuevas formas de cazar sueños
en redes profundas.

Cómo volaría una mariposa
con alas del calendario,
cómo despejaría los sueños
sin el aliento del mar.
Ciego quedaría si contemplo
al sol por mucho tiempo;
ceniza seria si acompaño
al sol de cerca -
todo con moderación,
todo, hasta el fin de los días.

Impeach the junta

World War III was announced three weeks ago,
this is serious.
Based on what?
I'm sorry if I sound like a scratched CD (33-rpm record)

My local politicians are useless to bring impeachment:
Hillary is busy running on a muddy record
Schumer only talks on Sundays
King is a lackey
Who else do I have?


Biden mentioned impeachment,
bring the junta down,
regime change now, in house.

Global warming will help us reduce heating costs,
that's good,
however, my house will be flooded. Oh, too bad.
Global warming will help us reduce oil dependency,
wean us off the barrel, please.

The dollar is weak worldwide,
school scores against industrialized nations are low,
don't piss off the panda nation, buy cheap.

The boys are coming back, most hurt,
but you can't see the scars, no.

Intelligence abandoned the white house,
the two house plug along, working less than ever.

Impeach the junta, it's not too late.