Kissing shadows

"kissing shadows"


the doorway bleed silhouetes
that take the form of your face
i kiss the floor and all its shadows
smothered in dust
-- the tang of red wax grips my lip

Sweaty beer bottles

this is for my friend arnold galicia

Sweaty beer bottles
by paolo macariola

it was a damp night
colder than the tears that refuse to fall
from the moonscape of clockwork
that color the moon
with patterns of solitude

your face takes up all the shadows
of a fragmented past,
of an untimely death
that emmits lines of pain
dripping from sweaty beer bottles

empty silhouetes embrace the night
covered with haze

it was a damp night that same night
you left for the streets
carrying along your old toothbrush,
clothing articles, some money and maybe
pieces of memory

your face bows down from the moonlights weight
that further dampens the mirror in your eyes
surrounded by lines of solace
and patterns of depair
that drips from sweaty beer bottles

empty silhouetes embrace the night
covered with haze

it was a damp night
but no mortal tear would roll on your cheek
that would further dampen your footsteps
you slowly walk away
trailing wet cigarette butts

your mother's hands
pulsate through sweaty beer bottles
as you celebrate fiesta with us
at least you'd be numb and blind
from the chilling darkness
of your defeat,
of your solitude

empty silhouetes embrace the night
covered with haze
dripping from sweaty beer bottles