by Carlos Mijares Poyer
The fanning continental avenues where wind breathes good moods
The Latin river silver the Anaconda watching you in the night
and the red-haired bats with faces
The size of tigers hang from the trees to jump you.
Who said Vampires only lurked in Gotham?
The Phantom Rolls-Royce purple immaculate
Races opening the wounds of poor pedestrians
To the height and apogee of slums in
The Lost Metropolis of silent windowpanes.
The Beauty Queens of the hip that stole erotika
In your reverie of desire, and the rich laugh
At high decibels of hysteric desperation
To market the Red Scare and the Eagle’s Dare!
This Smile has no horizon, it is in the heart.
The giant rodent Chiguires the size of baby pandas
And the coral reefs of your spine
Of multifoliate shades of blue ocean in your eyes
From snowy sun to wet leaf,
The humid smile intonates candy-colored tones
On the marimbas and Salsa falls to your laps
Like a dead pearl necklace unleashed…
Soon, after the rain the city’s mountain runner
Smiles again
As the traffic jam issued the last gun shot
To vacuum your soul like the last sigh
Of a Spanish poem.
These in the last gaze of the Caribbean Sea.
Carlos Mijares Poyer is a Venezuelan-American writer, journalist and marketer. He is published in print in Venezuela extensively with awards in different genres, and also published in English in the Galway Review, Ireland, The Yellow Chair Review, Silver Birch Press, The Piper Magazine, Guilford College and Morphos Digital Mag., Mexico. He studied all of my education in the U.S., an English Major from Guilford College, Greensboro, North Carolina and alumni Pine Crest School, Ft. Lauderdale, Fla. He is a trilingual author in English, Spanish and French.
