The Evening

(Part I)

lord
you dissolve the day
in a glass of shale and tar

the white sky paints itself in violet blue


the rays are lost
beneath a landscape of turbulent lust and desires


as the sun melts down like honey
in a wet chamber of cowards and culprits


the moon is slowly raped into darkness
by the violent clouds


her screams murdered by the bellows
of a howling storm


her tears in the grip
of grey cops and lawyers
who fall with the evening rain
with corrupted afterthoughts of money
and deception


the distant stars share the backseats
of a silent audience
their heart and genitals sliding
down their body


indulging themselves in innocent games
of orgasm and voyeurism

(Part II)

In this evening
of rape and suicide



when the impassive times travel
through dusty lanes
tired and a pauper



the veiled captors invade my body
and break open the vaults
usurping the spirit of words and poems
hidden in them

(Part III)

a flicker of the wand
with crucifixions and executions
and the room changes color
when it becomes a garden of feast


an opera falls from the evening sky
music climbs through the hills of emotions
with the dancers carrying tunes in their bellies


the hours summon the night
our minds are laid out
like red meat on the plates of the hungry captors
and the devils
the aroma of poems and sculptures
seducing them…
the earth
a squeezed lemon in the bowl


chanting the name of the lords of evil and lies
remembering the cathedrals of blood and sacrifice
they begin to eat
piercing with knives and forks
slicing the capillaries of dream and inscriptions


blood pours down with songs and angels


another artist has been killed tonight…