LIFE TEST

(COGITO ERGO SUM)

This is not my vital state,

sitting here, I find myself

like a vegetable, within my loyalty

I can only write what´s real...

        happened and blessed.

When I was in the school

of temporary anger, we drew

   clothes with clamor for

skeletons that writhed in pain and

sketches on our parent´s paper money...

                                               our antiheroes.

For me there were no laws...

                               no limits.

Plato said what was beautiful.

Poor and impertinent aesthetics.

Ah, the designer of nightmares!, the seller of amphetamines... and

                                  the camel of the desert,

who contemplated vice and pleasure              (in silence),

they were entities that masturbated in universal certainty.

How many truths?

How many triumphs?

How many friends?

Where are my memories? Where is She...

I seek the truth in poetry.

Let’s remove everything superfluous!

Only the content and the essence

                                             remains.

Well placed words are axioms,

well placed axioms are premises,

Well placed premises are...

                                             poetry.

Words are my weapon and

my fountain pen an extension of my hand.

Always praying  and working hard.

But within the core of the poem, within the center,

within the boldness...

                        there is nothing more transgressive

than misplaced words

so that they endure in the flight of time...

                               (unorganized in poetry).

Carlos Chatham     25-9-2003

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