Víctor Varela Mora | Poems

  Maserati 3.0 At 300 mph I question everything Beyond peace, without even the possibility Of silence I say question everything And what carries me off Is my own animal, the one scaling The cathedral, self-quarry I follow with feral sniffing, unbridled Abandon clamping my mouth Before wrenching it open Like the frightful door that it is. I bought a tiny camera That fits inside my brain and now I spend all day color-correcting My dreams. Give me a fire escape And a torch and I will ignite Our fabricated Babylon from above Watching the circle of assault Widen. Tonight…