OBRA POÉTICA COMPLETA

Poetisa en busca de un buen enchufe para publicar, siquiera sea en edición On Line

OBRA POÉTICA COMPLETA

Repongo de golpe y en cascada sucesiva, con perdón por la manera de señalar, los poemas que salteados fui dando en el anterior blog, el de aquellos designados Diarios Moreno-Ruiz.

Pura compilación, no sé si de pila voltaica o de torsión pilatesca –esto de la poesía parece ser una buena gimnasia para las horas vanas, o linterna que alumbra el pensamiento, dicen–, es lo cierto que quizá concluya con semejante muestra mi obra de poético afán, sin embargo, razón de que me haga esta entrega definitiva, lo que quiere decir tanto última como ultimísima, la edición, digo, dado que a pesar de mis esfuerzos no hallé editor, para mis versos, ni británico ni norteamericano ni australiano, ni siquiera de Hong Kong.

Así, pues, y con la venia, vaya lo que sigue:

(I)

Dapper like I'm

I take off your apron

cause is my esence to be

an chatterbox,

and I'll suck the plum, the misgiving

in your grudge and bluish face

for taking your slut's

slipper
of your telltale

walking pigeon's cage.

(II)

How long is the

stagnate
in the piglet's eyes

by winter?

Stainless and mellow guns

for the buns in janitor's guts.

Neddles in the eel face

when one willing poetry's cadre

goes to Anchor Restaurant

and sucks the pickled cunt

from a woman's cucumber

-like cudgel-

nose.

(III)

Lavish brochure

my lines

of the nap and poetical

afternoon
When I put my pencil

in the startled and blurred

and chilly lobster from

the bold sea

telltale's eyes

-in sly face-

-the mirror-

are singing in tears

by stirring and

alibis
to morning and mourning.

(IV)

Poet in the bathroom

slippers in his penis

and the wife -of him-

looking in a pure vest,

spellbinding shit.

The wife voice

-damage line-

is a poem from

debunk for him. Bleak.

Slut,
she would like to be

but her booth's ass

is singing and singing and singing

with devious and nibble

sneer's wife.

Clumsy but not a gullible

the poet go ahead and now is putting a kiss

in his smooth slippers

for a big Happy End

into the granny's

notebook
she has in her cunt.

(V)

The Bumpkin penis from the

Presidents
they are a state-run one.

The one. The same penis from

all of them.

Have you a lusty arm?

So you can cut this one penis,

the only and dump one.

The Badge is a knife!

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