Albert Albaladejo
wandering through strange lands.Visit Author's Website
My phantom limb
Reels in the whirling north sea
while all I do
Is touch my lips
Drawing out
the philtre’d memory of your
Kisses like symphony
and of crimson texture.
White heavenly embers
have traced your figure.
Each speaks
Your skin’s shape.
Your smile is immortal in you.
After all,
It was your eye’s smile
Assured me this love true.
Kisses like symphony
and of crimson texture.
Your smile is immortal in you.
Haiku flu during dinner with Joshu
The wind’s cut,
and the dust is aromatic.
summer gorgeous.
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I got burned when
the cold circle of the sky
said, hello, this is the darkness.
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reflection of the moon
in the black pool,
looks good enough to eat.
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sometimes i dream
i am a droplet
rolling off a silky leaf in the jungle.
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bald rubber,
rocky highway,
phantom rolling off the rubble.
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When I write Haiku
I am [...]
Today brought carriages running up the boughs of trees
The streets here look like newly paved black gold
Lined with moss speaking conquistador’s beards
The Americas aging to god knows what
And the conquests have hardly begun.
Today brought carriages running up the boughs of trees
Forward through all directions, endlessly.
Mother Progress weeps dumbfounded, abandoned.
To all Copper and Clay
I address this new age, and I salute your flexibility.
Night no [...]
Yes, Oyster petals,
Yes, Oyster petals,
irridescent and of the sea.
my voice seems clearer
when i break out
the bottle; i seek such flower
as you.
similar in day as in night.
what great poet shall spit at me today?
of what shall it consist?
dining with great devils
can confirm anything and all
through small talks,
in naught thoughts collected
in halls of tall proportion and
sculptures of an hour.
Eliot [...]
Tonight looked as the Miramar did
Tonight looked as the Miramar did
Reading through the rages which twilight hid
Twinge of white and red bound together easy for sight
In that steam night of Miramar’s light.
Arabesques and arches resounding Caesar’s ring
In lands unimaginable by both Moor and King.
Wherefore is wood and wherefore the ardour
In this land of men rapt by endless [...]
Bread and Water and Love
Paniagua was so named from an early Spanish settler’s misspelled contraction of pan y agua, meaning literally “bread and water”. Places were onced named for their distinguishing characteristics unlike today, and if one’s eyes were to be laid upon the solitary quality of this westerly land one would see as why a [...]
Torrid Fates
i’ll fold the sea.
and beneath its madness wing
refuge of you. and to me
what scent you sing
will set us living free.
such face, my lover,
of your likeness
within oldest fire
posing as the torrid Fates,
without soft touch and of true word.
drying off brightly the salt of young.
into what holy fold
dost my fingers probe?
from whence this total cold?
not yet, no, [...]
we live together
We live together-
you and i. a tiny
level spoon of roots
and infinitesimal rheumatoid.
in a house divinely dusty,
lit by terrifying blue sun.
“do not fear!”
“do not fear!”
