by the third frown, inchings of it
dedicated to the svelte woman
glancing at me from a bisque colored frame
your felicity, your sorrow, like a butterfly I flick
the tonality of your footprints, a chemistry, a Mozart technique
I imagine you, dancing, as steamships approach, accumulating your frail bones
-Zoe Merlo (1923 – 1997)
blackest of cats
savoring wishbones
superstitions in flu form
o’ how delightful this magic
more desirable than dirt
parting your hair to one side
wishing for better cigars
better cigars for one dime
for better men with better belts
but before each damn
before all the insipid moans
my mother was born
restricting the hips
notifying all asylums
I would soon be born
Zoe, this is for you. I will forever love you as a grandchild should.
-M
i convinced you
mother i did
before us two
this birth
no sound no sound
nor wounds
his divine head
the newness of her breast
his cries as she learns to hold tight
mother can’t you see she is just a child
handling the hours of night
come
please come fast
he is beautiful
your child’s child
Was it that difficult to love him at first sight
Or the fact that husbands back in those days
Visited brothels that looked like cafe’s
Diego was his name wasn’t it
Is he the reason why mother still runs with her fate
I prefer to seek long arm chairs who speak
Medicating the idols my idols with talks who ruined
I no longer mumble to rosaries I dream of you instead
I dream of your art caressing my face
July 5 1923 ~ February 5 1998
My cramped concept
Weight stretching disease
Do you think I am that weird
Peel paining my humanly face
Waist stretching exhaustion
My peculiar logic disciplined
Never completing assignments
Persisting in this picture
Denying what often claims my head
Excuse me if I am all over the place
Beauty for me goes beyond the flesh
It’s all wit gift my dear
Fabulous lure curing heroins
Chill sweating recovery rains
Stitching dust the compulsive homes
Pink pale writing this flamboyance of mine
