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Matthew
AbuelO
Matthew Abuelo is a New York poet and
freelance writer. He has won numerous awards including the Editors Choice award from the
National Library of Poetry in 1996, 1997, 1998, 2000 and 2003. He has been the featured reader at several forums throughout Long
Island, New York. He has published a collection of his work
called Last American Roar, and is currently working on his second book, Organic Hotels.
The Fall of the Colossus
(For Hugh)
Sooner or later the house will open to us all with
embrace.
The dogs will lay at our feet in obedience
and welcome us.
And when the hand of eternal night washes over us in
the bath
Of the great ether
The tides will roar in our ears to remind us
that we were alive
and this heart that beats in empty space is in fact an
orchid whose touch leaves us confused and desperate
like a pack of dumb beasts
the party will go on in some strange way.
Untitled
This is no place for hallucinogens
With flocks of Payette birds (in their green
glow like effigies of saints that wander between the
lines of the grid,)
flying over the ocean of sterile dreams projected in
endless advertisements
20 foot bill boards of generic debutants with lobotomy
smiles.
We have been reduced to a pack of dumb beasts
In this wilderness of desperation and confusion
How couldn’t we?
With Charnel house waiting always around the corner
copyright © Matthew Abuelo
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