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after the fourth

Posted in contemporary poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 8, 2010 by Pablo Saborio

getting wasted drunk

I was getting so wasted
the streets grew silent
or perhaps sounds were becoming
insensibly vague
weight
WEIGHT
excruciating weight
descended upon me
or perhaps sprung from my loins
and buried me
I was immobile
sterile
or perhaps close
to becoming a rock
that lasts
for centuries or eons
but doesn’t
care

 

 

Nihilistic Poetry

Do not approach me

Posted in Poetry, Poetry (English) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 12, 2008 by Pablo Saborio

I’m surrounded by an atmosphere
not of air but of stone
the vastness of the Existent, breaking
falling upon me like an avalanche of lead
I am compressed, the center of the earth
knows nothing of this tremendous pressure
Exhausted under this weight
words fail, expressions useless
Science’s theorems futile!
The Milky Way hangs on my back
There is no abyss sufficiently deep –
I am the lowest vortex
All objects crush me in their fall
Here’s the dungeon of gravity
            Do no approach me…
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