I’ve spent my weekend watching
Latin American art cinema
At my house on Nostrand, with crossing street
Named after the father of American cavalry.
¡Oh lord, I ran out of words!,
When I’ve been gone in pitch perfect
Hours never ended like illusions breathtaking
Black evenings, grey dawns, white midafternoons
And non-stop music—
Time to take a naked run outside
Infinite the finite, undying the death,
Unending the end, immortalizing the mortal,
Endless end in the rain.
Death is a wall hanging self portray,
A chimeric sarcasm
Created by the table of elements.
Death is a wristwatch that doesn’t tell time
And doesn’t need batteries.
Never ever aging in soul,