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The Poet


He was always lost
Because he had no direction
Other than left to right
Left to right
And
Down

His love
Was endless
And included
Words
And women

He loved
The letter t
At the end of
Dreamt
As if
When he awoke
At the end of
Every dream
Heaven would be waiting

And he wonders how
The most idyllic places
Nirvana
Utopia
Xanadu
Have the most beautiful names
And he wonders
If there is a map
Because he was lost
And so out of place
(He Is Here)*
Like the letter t
At the end of burnt
Staring into the ashes
Trying to find out
What it all meant

He loved art
Because it was so unique
Just like the word itself
And he knew how difficult
It was to create
And how easy
It was to fuck up
Just add
The letter f
And it gets
Close to shit

He knew
It was pointless
To try
To translate
Poetry
Or
To try
To write
Poems
When his dog
Decided
To rest
Her head
On his wrist

He hated poems
That he did not understand
And poems
About poems
And poems
Poems
Poems
Poems
That
            repeated
                                   words
                                               or
                                   had
                                               *           strange
                                   in         dent       tations

For no reason
And any poem
That used the word
Opaque

He knew
His words
Were never really
His
Nor were his ideas
They came
From beyond
Which was why
He was always having
Metaphysical difficulties
And this was why
He had not yet decided
Whether or not
To believe
In unicorns

Women
Stole his thoughts
Constantly
With their breasts
And lips
The soft curve
Right above their hips
The depth of their eyes
Their long
Dark
Hair
Their scent
Their skin
And their absence

So he spent his days
Sitting endlessly
Surrounded by words
Thinking of women
With his pen
And paper
Watching time
Trying to figure out
Which direction
It was going
Pouring
Black
On white
With red
Trying
to fill
The void


The poet first appeared in real.m (Silenced Press 2007)



Alfaro lives in Columbus, Ohio

Visit his website HERE


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