por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | E, George Wallace, T
Poem: The poet Author: George Wallace the poet is anabandoned roomin a terrible city,he lives withstrangers,he lives withthe dead, he’shaunted bymemory,overheada nakedlight bulbswings,inside his headjaguars prowl,jaguars and jackals,the poet spendsall day... por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | C, George Wallace, R
Poem: Resurrection song Author: George Wallace when my eyes⠀ ⠀no longer seethe color blue⠀ ⠀nor taste eden⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀cool on the corpse⠀ ⠀of civilizations when my breast⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀no longer⠀ ⠀feels theresurrection⠀ ⠀of my lover’s⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀embrace⠀ ⠀or the surfrun white⠀... por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | George Wallace, T
Poem: Turrialba (Port without a sea) Author: George Wallace If I had armsto lift youup out ofthis sadlittle roadside townon the roughedge of nowhere this flatmeanderingcontinent ofgas pumpsand dotson mapswith itsplasticknivesandlinoleumkitchenbutterwith itscareers... por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | E, George Wallace, T
Poem: Everybody is a flower Author: George Wallace In the beginningeverybody wasa flower and hadtheir moment in thesun and thoughtthings would staythat way 4everbut they don’t, dothey, seasons change,winter comethmemento moriand all that, eventhe Dutch...