1. sun ; ; ; set

2. boy in his teens

3. a napkin left by Alejandro Girón

SPACE: a series of poems

1. i oddrich thread(s)

2. LONG GO I START RUN

3. HELLO BE NAKED

4. Spacehelmet (America)

 

sun ; ; ; set

 

all i want to do is

bE here; , , ,

feed me bread of tears (&

love at sunset, ?)

 

there is room for silence

’ ’ next to you

do hush your eyes do !? !? !,!

and hm hrrr it anew

 

(open air for flying

by your (.), side

/ laughing and / crying

with the tide)

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boy in his teens

 

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the boy in his teens he

turns his back to the wind he

rides his bike in the sun he rides his

bike in the rain

 

on San Martín the sky is

bright the sky is dark (and there’s) a

rising sun on San Martín a rising

storm on San Martín

 

beautiful boy if

i don’t talk to you now the

train will take you away the train will

take you down to me

 

at Pueyrredón the train is

stuck the train is gone (and i’m) a

bit too slow at Pueyrredón a bit too

bold at Pueyrredón

 

the boy in his teens he

holds his bike on the pier he’s

waiting for the train to come he’s waiting

for no train to come

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i oddrich thread(s)

 

i’s windown eyes und fuehl

man many a thread a-palling, a-falling

a swimmering a whistlering

odd linx of wolrds throughin the

darx of un float

 

i’s best to bet beget self

odd threads who’s under whelm who’s are

cum dummy dumm say sound gesund

 

a tangle’s arms a round

methings somethinks

 

i’s trangle’s harps a row

thread odds, i’s fuel unme

 

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LONG GO I START RUN

WAY OUT OF ME

HERE AM UNNAMEFUL

FILL AND OUTBURN

 

BEAUTIFUL STORY

STRONG AS A STORM

ALWAYS GETS BETTER

ALWAYS IS BEST

 

ABSTLY NO TELLING

WHO(M) FIRST TURN WHEEL

ABSTLY NO KNOWING

WHEN I(T)LL NEVER DIE

 

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HELLO BE NAKED

I LIKE THE GLOW

I THE GLOW

LIKE THE GLOW

(I GLOW LIKE GLOW) AH

 

HELLO BE RISING

THIS I INVITE

COME TRY JUMP FIRST TIME

FEEL REEL GOOD

 

I’S SO FULL WITH THIS

FAR HE AND SHE

I’S SOULWAYS NEW ONE

BE LIKE IT

 

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Spacehelmet (America)

 

 

I’ve got a spacehelmet and bright dots for eyes

I’ve got a humming motor in my thorax

I’ve got moonlanding boots

 

O Prince or Princess of a planet toyed

I’m coming to you with beeps of joy

Small nickel tickles and a big smile on my spacehelmet

 

Rocket hardon, skeleton ship

Raving madness in the hips

I’m sailing to you with my spacehelmet on

 

I’m Monkey Two Feet

I’m Monkey Look Ma No Hands

I’ve got a round sharp head the shape of a spacehelmet

 

The stars are hot, the void is smooth

I ride my drives and swim my youth

Pure burst and burn

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All poems by Alejandro Girón in original English version.

Copyright Alejandro Girón©1997

Copyright ©1997-2005 by Claymont Publishing Company.