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Old Street at Wall Street (I don´t like mondays)


04.03.17 Posted in today's words by

T.S. Hidalgo’s most recent poem to appear here was “Oblivion” (November 2016)

Old Street at Wall Street
(I don´t like mondays)
By T.S. Hidalgo

Explaining the silence… what for?
(or closing the curtains to Christ):
a businessman,
Cerruti suit, Lakers cap,
he crosses a Gothic graveyard,
after market close,
on the way home:
concrete cold in his chest:
the gun as a media.
Darkness come,
and to output,
an immensely white distance.
This man has changed, in the last hours,
and very substantially,
his perception of History
(bears and bulls inhabited his Milky Way).
A bubble,
other, other,
other, other,
other, other,
other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other.
My God, he continues with lightnings!
Humanity builds when Humanity eliminates
and builds,
and destroys
and destroys
and builds,
and eliminates

 



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