Julio Peralta-Paulino

 

Winter Wonderland

I told her she was internationally lovely

The knowing can only lead to compassion

Newsy adulterers are eating the night

Hand made ash of genitals

The roll minutes rocking

Horny snow rushing

Only to melt

Where sighs evolve

Ruby grown huge with longing

Jim in the valley of sleep

His dreams clothed in spirit

And so she voted for herself

Like any good revolution

Thunder vibrator does not slumber

Jane and Bob have been shopping

An unending couple of weeks

Forget fame, nothing says

immortality like a credit card

Meanwhile Mr P does tantra

Yet Tickle knows how he comes

Running with a feeling of rain

And at dawn the ocean changes color

I think it was Rimbaud

arisen like a colony of doves

There was disorder

Yet the fluttering sound

Was in the words flattering

And like a poem, mysteriously she smiled

 

2.

 

To know the impossible deeper of eyes

Feeling the affair of memory

The milk broken inside her mouth

The rhythm of my heart warmed

Elaborating on the beat

I wrote a letter

The stationary finally inhabited

Oh to be in Venice once more

Feeling holy by the sensual green waters

It’s not just anywhere you can find forgiveness

Whistle how peace we embrace in one kiss

I felt unpriestly yet the words did pulpit

The silence pretended to whisper

We are innkeepers of itinerant thoughts

Behind the impossible deeper of eyes

 

3.

It was an outside thought and I didn’t think too much about it…came at me through the choices of translation…I say nothing of being happy or cool or awake…older than yesterday…a question mark…shouldn’t there be punctuation…hark…what is time…and three and four…she loves it when I wear gloves and sing…allure…foreshadow…a fate by numbers but the attacks don’t materialize…yet…too personal Annie laughed Molly said it’s an awful night to be out…those dogs get a whiff of that marijuana and they just go crazy…by jings, isn’t good to know that winter is coming and going…as the professor asked the same question…and her destiny was done…we study the maps, the air of crime…ink dries…some rings stay on specific fingers…when I looked among you gods, most of you had nothing to say then and I thought I’d better keep silent or tough…didn’t gamble the risk, wouldn’t ramble like this…but he proceeded to describe other symptoms…they stretched themselves on their elbows and began to puff…enforcing the law he’s been to the moon…a canine howled, poor lunatic…she smiled, I shaved Mark Twain’s beard…he was going to England…I just wanted to give something where science had already been born.

 

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