¡Oye! ¡Oye!

i got up as i lay i

from my throat came out a faint song i

fell back, crushed

under concrete my spinal cord

cracked

a scratched letter upon my head,

a vertical line that curves at the end

carved out by the devil himself

a declaration to all who long to melodize along the various chasms that encircle my heart,

to stay back, to be afraid,

for in place of the core there is a hole, punctured by a dart

flung by Old Nick

in it a dark and bottomless pit

echoing oceanic levels of eustasy

way under, down beneath my bosom, his crackling dame

has on a sombrero and thwacks me with a submerged cello

i feel it,

it pulls me,

by the tightened pegs of their joking melody

¡Oye!