by David Andrés Alíx


What is not tinted with you

Is tainted with the

Ebb and flow of this

World’s mechanized rust

Which causes me to blush

Upon the thought of

A Show-and-Tell session

With God and his angles

As audience


A stroll

Down highways

Having tolls

Which excise no tribute

To elegance or order

Upon petroleum wheels

That roll


We are witness

To the carnage system decreed

By a deity who is appeased only

When it’s pilgrims achieve

Full bellies


Abandoned concrete yards

With oxidized apparatuses


To knock down our

Red chambers two notches

While we wish away civilization

Which capsized just outside

The civil circle

Which inside is tinted with

Rose and yellow

And the contrast of

Black against white

And  with the
breath of you