To Aleta
by
Gustavo Miranda

fires
of
remembrance
lit
with
an
awkward
thought
of
bitter
happiness
and
faultless
error
turned
bright
and
inside
spilled
onto
a
joyous
stick
of
empty
despair
comfort
and
murder
sucking
shifty
smoke
minds
and
mimes
as
one
turns
many
into
rain
then
silently
gliding
down
destiny
caressing
pain
of
ageless
screams
and
bountiful
kisses
numb
recoils
and
catholic
guilt
explodes
as
beer
soaked
dreams
break
in
tandem
with
virgin
hearts
and
tuneless
melodies
of
passionless
passion
driving
Marylin's
love
into
a
grave
marked
for
all
the
lost
rebellious
souls
of
heaven
drawing
happiness
from
the
well
of
denial
and
drunken
bliss
as
embers
and
ashes
fall
faithfuly
to
the
waiting
floor
having
dispensed
their
lives
for
the
sweet
killing
of
another
with
forgiveness
and
a
sly
smile
of
pleasure
lost
regained
then
lost
again
in
a
sea
of
slings
and
arrows
that
keep
missing
their
hopeful
mark
my
sister
my
love
my
apologies


24 January 1997

(c) 1997 G.M. Miranda

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