once he was young but now

to language this
is
forgetting every thing about
words falling falling falling 
like the rain you are
    fine
        grasp
            of the lovers
that very same day that 

his memory drowns & float 
& find relief in watching the birds

never imagined to language
like this
being old in a city where
so many years ago they found
but the rain

his memory discovered a place
to stay & talk
i. e. avoid getting lost

grandson speaks like a bird
& he nods
    tired again
        legs hurt

family & friends don't 

men at ninety are this
mess of bed sheets
no mirror shows the truth 

oh he wanted to tell
so many stories but now
it's difficult to move mind 
& muscles at the same time 

a huge silence can cover 
every language like the rain

        

To H.R.

you 
ahead of me

all over again & you know
all down again

sometimes i repeat the mantram
we will have had each morning to say
no coffee today tomorrow yes
terday

once
you laughed your head off
because of the sound of my words

a head
	of me

myself found disarticulated
unconscious

but tell me how 
to engage with the future

i told you i knew how to read tarot cards
& i dream away
	unconscious
	all down again

but

cut down my words 
	cut up/out/off 
combine the ceaseless motion
of the sea

hold out
hold yourself up & wait

hold	on
        

el inconsciente

el inconsciente no es un bosque
ni es el mar ni la escafandra 
que desciende a pesar de la ausencia
de luz y las corrientes submarinas 

es una ciudad que nunca coincide
               con sus mapas 
atravesada por la lluvia horizontal
de versos en cons
trucción

una ciudad en la que somos 
turistas casi a punto de encontrarse 
con otros que allí viven y trabajan 
y luego desaparecen al doblar en una esquina
donde antes funcionaba la oficina de correos 
pero en realidad somos fantasmas que ya nadie recuerda

si se pudiese mirar al mundo
sin protección alguna
valiente y honradamente
se nos partiría el corazón