Cleaving Roberto Bolaño


“Avec los”
—Roberto Bolaño,
“En la sala de lecturas del inferno,”
The Romantic Dogs

in the lounge—in the reading room of hell
the latino lit forum—on the patio
everything seems icy—but then
each line makes—things warm up
when i read the poetry—of impossible lives

stepping inside books—walking the edge
it makes me laugh—makes me feel real
i’ve been saved from—being buried alive
making me feel—lucid again, serious
about the past 8 years—neocon abyss

I laugh now—bibliomaniacally perverse
amongst the ruins—of allende’s palace
pinochet peron—nixon reagan bush
right-wing zealots—religious fanatics
are there any—baby boomer victims left?

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