and as I am ready to depart
a turquoise bug lands on my lap
Poetas, Ustedes no se meuren- Poetry by Carlo Saio
The more I lose my words the more I uncover my soul
and as I am ready to depart
a turquoise bug lands on my lap
This tumid stench
of self
blanket
or lens,
blessing
or curse
less?
Forest of
absence
bead of
drought
fruitless
action
yes,
this unwanting belonging
this hair left in the sink
what of it
It’s there
Isn’t it
In the city
the only contact
is with pigeons, squirrels, foxes
and dogs
AUM x7
silence Snow
I can connect nothing with nothing
with all
I am dorado, yellow
green gold – leaping
blue freedom I,
I am
language of sun
color of turquoise
I am marlin, billless
and bowing, muscling
out of ocean, dorsal
fin hovering – joyous
over horizon
Return to water
I could simply be
relieving fear
and the parasitic itch
Long before the waning dusk of dawn
and the first rattles of morning
Hear Ngapile return the sky
Ngai, Ngai, Ngai