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Author's Note:
I do not post too much, so here are two recent poems

You can always tell when línea C is approaching

estacíon San Juan.
It sounds like an avalanche tumbling down

a San Franciscan alley .
As you board you notice, almost everyday, another

beautiful woman

You have yours though, and are thoroughly satisfied,
But with every stop


Mariano Moreno

Avenida de Mayo
You wonder curiosities about her and the trials she
has endeavored in her life.

Then the next stop is yours.

Diagonal Norte.
You head left, she right

and poof it’s gone.

Tokyo where are you now
These subtes get so packed

“el olor de humanos”
Seeing people’s glances and stares

the electrical wires buried hypoterra something like

the Matrix or Geiger – the hypereality
I boarded @ Lavalle

gremlins move this older model subterraneous tren

the tunnels, trains and people are all exhausted.
Blank stares with an occasional blink give cues.

These older subtes get so packed with humans.
Eyes like singeing blue lazers that tell you nothing.

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