Blisters On The Gums Of Infant

The taxidermists and moon

The panoramic view from its windows
aisles and doors destination file,
and skins and eyes and eyelashes for future sculptures,
meat and plaster sculptures,
immortalizing a gesture only
perhaps once did someone
someone who probably was not them ...
Their language is a
scalpel and cut lines of the other leather.
Each syllable holds the slaughter of the throat until who knows where ...
Who are the dummies and those wild beasts?
To do not know if matter,
if you stun the car horns
and the light of the moon every night.
You wake up and you wash them
while on the roof of your house
skin hanging rope
and your voice out of nowhere.
What remains are the salt in your saliva,
and the foam of the ocean you drown, you
removed until the echo of your heartbeat ...
calculate the error without naming process,
without even knowing if one day you were happy by feeding your fish
or if you wanted to grab a bowl of stones that impossible shipwrecks,
know thee not, nor is that his style ...
But they have studied psychology and anatomy,
advance and bought a container full of statues of polyurethane
to evict you from your flesh
fall behind two months by paying the agreed rent, with
god that apparently inspired Bibles or miracles ...
Look in the mirror and see a centerpiece,
a basket full of wax fruit
and see that the flies do not come,
signal that does not ride,
and the rind and pulp at this point are the same thing.
related as cut nails of our fingers,
of the fingers of anyone those of our ancestors,
We still life,
or better
killed by snipers from the glass shot,
and point to the heart because they are convinced that it is plastic.
Once we reupholstered,
as if we were the chairs in the living room of their mothers,
are immersed in their dreams of disciples of Van Gogh
and return us eyes, now made of glass,
confuse realism with its details while applauding themselves,
and greet like blood brothers diluted in the darkness of his ego,
as poets do cling to their metaphors
so stark as the moon, which is a stone
sulfur in heaven contractures in his verses contain

"A Pair of Shoes" by Vincent Van Gogh
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