From the Fishouse

emergencia VIII

in the original Spanish

from its own snail
labyrinth of one street
where the unstoppable wind

where all colors resonate
finally orange we’re going to
screw with them all

he has illuminated a street light
another street light he says
he says i have

he has accepted whichever artificial breeze
he will explode like a star in the mind
of a boy like desire overflowing voice

we must work it out first
then interpret