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where’s the language you learned from?

Mario Giacomelli Il Mare, 1963

for some reason

#streams of consciousness from a nostalgic tumblr kid from the caribbean #caribbean studies #santo domingo #republica dominicana

drawn to light

and lights and lights

in suspension

over the dark

little bonfires

from afar

you grasp

some vision

and stay with that

the black

container

still we try

#poetry #whatever #alquimia semántica vol iii #streams of consciousness from a nostalgic tumblr kid from the caribbean

we gaze crash like

crash waves the shore

little songs in my head

what is the substance

from san carlos to el conde

distant stations radio exclusive

we all play some

popurrí

it’s no wonder as we speed by

there’s no song like

you or me

bachatica

dembowsito

bottle blond

or distant hum

smoke and grunge

words in graffiti

i feel hungry as

the green golds

under gold and

under fading

it’s your turn on the chess board

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i don’t want to run from myself

somewhere in the abyss

lit up street hot hot

music from the firemen, live

grabbed a drink i’m back

stopped just to find some

stopped just

ify your actions

ain’t easy doing it

right

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i sit down and look into the dark around me

listening to a single cicada and perhaps another distant one

cars passing by - you know the drill

it’s different and the same

same writer on a different place

se dejó del novio

sings someone passing by

on a motorbike

people come in and out - they take their turns

and i sit down in the dark

something pulls my eyes into

a certain need to cry

is it the hunger?

what am i hungry for?

is it a pair of eyes - is it what i go and look for in the streets - hot hot and tiring - is it the art that keeps on recalling - is it the feeling of shrinking down because of the lack of an answer

i listen that cicada and another motorbike - steps too - noises coming from inside

it’s a new balcony

a strange kind of melancholy

passing by

i was drunk two nights ago

strange joy then into my

loneliness

yet you’re never truly alone

so much resonance around

and then there’s my center that blooms

like the little flower i saw once under the rain and called it me

then that cicada and the smell

of eucalyptus

i don’t know what i’ve become

a man and then the line blurs

for i’m many things and you know

most of them good

some of them - man

what can i do about it?

watch me try

dogs bark and video laughter

i still can’t breathe quite right

a strange melancholy

i want not the lights to be gone

i guess that’s what i have

it’s night and it’s politics

car passes and i think of

my own self passing by

long poem long song and

nobody still

i drop the line and notice

light had just come back

i’ll listen

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drunk on the way back

fast thru the buildings

speedin thru

fading lights and watching

i’m someone else’s problem

my own

i like it like that

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on color strikin

like lightnin

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i sway slow through the room

Black Milk playing through the speakers

i think of eyes and wonder

who is it i haunt

Basquiat on the wall: upon leaving the norm

a man lifting to the skies on a balloon

ho-hum

i open up his notebooks

i’ve jotted on my own

swaying and haunting

eyes that i don’t know

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you’re not from here

are you?

might you surprise me

night in your eyes

might night surprise me

the truth

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woman walking out of a shop

crying? a man holding her?

a preacher man preaching loud

you can barely understand

at his feet, remains of a fallen coconut, broken

a woman in a red dress on a beach chair, listening nonchalantly

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mornin rain i’m up to see you

there is more to do

this is my choice

summer heat guess i should feel you

and so you breeze

i miss the moon

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dame-de-pique

Cloud Study, 1916

may rain in the morning

may sun in the

afternoon

the birds outside 17:41

ironing clothes

on the way back home,

a lift

then tangerine

then a bag of chips

sitting home

silent becomings

passing time

to not resist

slowing down

surprise

you’re here

#whatever #poetry #alquimia semántica vol iii

and the ac’s on

as summer is

what are you

if you’re not

in relation to me

in the screaming void

what am i to you?

if ever an instance

for you to black and white

falling into scream?

summer night outside

i let out into it

a certain darkness

you in relation to me

#poetry #whatever #alquimia semántica vol iii

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