"BEFORE HE GOES INTO THE WATER, A DIVER CANNOT KNOW WHAT HE’LL BRING BACK…
St Anthony gone mad on drugs
Water damage and more.
The American Dream in action
Expenses be damned.
Our small selves:
Stone broke
Pouring sweat.
Weighed down with anchor chains
In the womb of the desert sun.
The heavens
Burning with fever
Laugh at this strange torpedo
Our astonished world.
A world of haunting beauty
Mystery everywhere.
Imprisoned
For ransom or for pleasure
In the cold magnesium frame
Of Free Enterprise.
Vandalism.
“Unlimited credit!” Screech saints and madonnas and fawns
With wild red eyeballs
And trembling hands.
“Plenty of cash on the line!”
They speak through red slashes of lipstick
Beneath the movements of the stars
Pipelines
And cathedrals.
They try to pretend
They’re not hungry."
- Andres Zighelboim
