Minimalism

Poem[1]

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[1] There is no such thing as a poem, but it is pure poetry

A nail, blood, virgin

Another haiku writer

Self crucifixion

Heart of Darkness

White

Black

Darkness

Gloom

A flash of green

Dim lights

Silver whistle

Beheaded love

Adorned stakes

Crucifixion

¿Who gets saved?

The Beauty

The Horror

Salt & Water

The dance of light and shadow
on my body on the great tear
There appears, it was, I forgot.
Salt and water to heal
open wounds oozing oblivion
abandonment
betrayal.
I am, I have been, I was
with water let me clean the memory.

Morbidity

annihilation

Projection

Fire and darkness, intertwining and falling on the wall. 
Film grain, scratches and glazes, noise and jumps, 
muted pastel colors in the lamp of the super 8.

The XXVII

there is where those Ducks fly

eternal summer

no ice but for your scotch

no Phonies to bear-

no winter souls.

rescue the Brother

get the Girl

never miss, 

never Miss,

never Forget.

I'm with you in Rockland (a dream)

A multifoliate rose

opens to me

giving birth, in a sea

of blood and fire

to two angels

dancing to the rhythm

of a husky howl