On the Politics of a Good Neighborhood

It is cold on these american mornings

of little democracy

It is cold a malignant cold

like a crescendo of tentacles 

                                        always

                                              invisible

                                                      almost

                                                        and at times like university students

                                                                 [and sometimes even the literati

Of the C.I.A.

It is cold

            in the abyssal interstices

Of americans for americans

It is cold

            who turned out the light?

Is it you?

            Who is there?

It is cold

            getting increasingly colder 

Afraid?

Those who are afraid buy a dog

An anti-communist dog

                                                                                                                Austin,

                                                                                                  March 18, 1970

O veludo...

The velvet is explosive       The music elicits

Labyrinths

I bring you the weight of millions of years of light

The fragment of inland earth does not back down

From the ethereal curve where the salt of dawn collects

There are other worlds travelling another space

Real

From star to imagined star

Worlds that if they arrive at whom they hold dear

Like unicorns

That in our view comes up with the substantial drink

Water