What’s with anger?
with every words written
shrivel every veins that had been bitten
in every poet, there are words
in every words, there is life.
What’s with the whining?
embark upon me inch by inch
the unremarkable fallacy of horizon’s pinch
the sting of beloved bitterness
all wind up in strings of adage.
The forbidden nakedness you hugged it dearly
and asked for treasure that’s been lacking
he gasped, as you kill the righteous
for a masterpiece to be born: write with callous.
Scream now, broken and wrenched soul!
thy lunacy will never be encrypt
astonishing beauty bought up the goal
cut your leg: save the last manuscript.
Dedicated to the poet Arthur Rimbaud
©2012 J.B. Tamayo