Fall

You took the flamboyant road
With some lipstick in your purse
And summer letters you’ll never read
Summer letters written on a bridge
With sandy ink and sicilian tears
You left because of the cold
You danced
Into your summer night invisible dress
With a beer in your hand
And a world swallowing smile
While the stars were trembling
Over my visionary pulse
Knowing truth was on the way
Not my way
Truth was leaving me there
On a messy brigth lie
Tomorrow I’ll pick up a half dead leaf
From a half way drunken walk
On a half way white nigth
A leaf you’ll never see nor touch
A brown leaf blowing down the street
Carrying with her that sad smell
The perfum of the dying summer
The one we didn’t know how to feed
And I will dance full of grâce
In front of saint Ambroise
Waving your invisible leaf to the moon
To the idea of me and you
Leaving everything else exist
And die
While the past floods our tomorrows
And we are driven away from our to-days

Carlos Dominguez Lloret, september 2010

To Jack

You and I
Because I found you by chance
In your pages
In the space between them
In your words
In your lack of dots
To late anyway

For a year I lived beside your grave
In Ashburnham
Next to Lowell I rested
And felt one of your forty seven
Flammable winters
As I chewed midnight tobacco
Just watching…
Ice cold caramelized stars

And when I feel blue
I just run and read
Under the half moon
Your
Mexico City Blues
Or your sorrowful diaries
From the fifties
To lift up my terrible spirit

I know I never met you
I know we won’t have a beer together
Or talk about the prostitutes we loved
The ones no one else cared about
Neither understood
But, I’m here for you
Committed with your loving vision
Of endless roads and holy bums

And the day I die
I hope to see you in that heaven
The one you were so concerned about
And introduce me to the little Gerard
As we laugh
Tossing with cheap wine and cigars
In a cloudy celestial alley
Lightened by a drunken moon

As the older brother I always wanted
The one I never had
The one I needed to teach me about this life
I still don’t know
I still don’t understand
As you never did
As you really tried

I want you to know that:

I’m glad you still here for me
In your pages
In the space between them
In your words
In your lack of dots
In the vast love I feel
For the man on the road

Carlos Dominguez Lloret, marzo 2008

The Coming

I see the collapsing star
Crawling down la rue Saint Marthe
Surrounded by a purple moisturizing fog
Singing its last chant
And I see the three years ago Paris
Cold and happy
Now uncertain but walking
You were there, I wasn´t
All your soft white orchid skin
Screaming at the sun
Lying on the road
Drunk with all the doubts of youth
Speechless, inprisoned, wanted
I see the master walking alone
With a bag full of his poems
A Zen heart and soul
And no daugther at the moment
Just memories, potencial poems
And young lovers
Waiting for the moment to come
And enlight us with joy
At the left bank of the river
Where our ancestros died
Out of dunken visions
Some orgasms ago
Our heros still live
In the city of lights and darkness
And Medellín stands proud
Loved by poets and drug dealers
Almost clean and safe
I can´t go back home
To that place where is hard to be felt
And hard to feel free
Because Im not beautiful
Im just a clown
A confused soul among winter statues
Unable to smile nor cry
Just that…

Carlos Dominguez Lloret, september 2008