la mujer de la tarde by Paul Mullen

at the fiesta                 sweating
transfixed by the slaughter
of the bull
visions of Calvery
somewhere the lunar cycle failing
agonies of self–contempt under screams
from the ferris wheel

rotting fruit blurring vision
intoxication
somewhere
someone
segregation
has the ferry left yet?

blinding sun under the volcano
spitting violent light
into his eyes, his bleeding eyes
visions of the ocean an illusory
comfort

                buenas noches!

turning towards her
those colours, surreal
a failing mind
numb

                buenas noches!

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