Friday, July 8, 2016

ANIMA REX, my foundation.

My underdeveloped Feminine

There’s the sea

She smokes a cigarette alone on a pier
White cropped hair carried in the wind,
Solemn and mysterious,
Curved and sexy.
I see her,
Behind a glass case.

and I, on el otro lado,
I critique her with the janitorial squad.

I listen, I know,
I talk, I don’t listen.
I agree and look out at the sea,
And she Is cradled in my wind
And I am regaining my consciousness
Or my awareness
Sometime. as
Salt on my tongue.

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