Idol
He gazes at his idol in the dusty mirror
refusing to look directly at him
some deep wrinkles appear into
the skin where smoothness was
fine print, like space amid
pubic hair of untouched vulva and
a loud thought echoes his desire
that he cannot fulfill, wind creating
havoc around his autumnal yard
why another fall had to come
with its loneliness staggering
like a limping dream in the cosmos?
Why did another autumn had to
arrive with its benevolent lead
toward an end that he prefers
rather than the pain of talking
to the dusty mirror and the anguish
of laughing without anyone
around to share?
He puts on his hat, he ventures out
to the shopping mall where he can
hear people’s talk although he has
none to talk to except for the tobacco
shop man who always says four words
thank you and good luck
when he buys his Lotto ticket
silence will still be dominant
in his heart as if trying to remind him
he is still around though many
of his pals have taken their final trip
say,
enjoy being in your loneliness
that bestows a meaning unto you
Libros Libertad 