FLIGHT 711
by Guillermo Chacín
February 2011
In metal caravans I crossed the skies
mocked Icarus stands apart
my heart beating away the rhythms
of forgotten songs.
Down and below ants and men
struggling for survival
with slogans of different verse and shape
but they all saying:
oh! Life, you are so painful!
And I, one step from the stars and their heads
had the time to reconsider it all.

FANCY US
by Guillermo Chacín
October 2010
Fancy us meeting on a mirror’s edge
at the laser’s eye first blink
milliards of needle-like sparkling beams
will make you understand what eternity is all about
while my tongue licks a certain divine syrup
that wets your eyelids
Fancy us meeting on a railway track,
iron versus iron is good for lovers` wealth
STOP!
NO VERSE SHOULD BE WRITTEN AS I TELL YOU THIS:
–the dormouse on the wedding dress was dead this morning
while we were rolled over by nightly songs–
Fancy us meeting on a burning bench
–inside and hollow– birds bathed in fire.
No more the Odyssey of the forgotten kiss
and for a last effort tomorrow’s balance shall
be better.
Untitled Poem
by Guillermo Chacín
June 2010
Can the other side of love be thus?
this that is worse than starvation
that finds you alone in the crowds
that simulates the terrible clapping
of doors closing at your back
It is a nest of pins for your heart to rest
it is a shadow, a winter cloud that rains
furiously upon your lifting soul
and under this oppression it is your prayer,
it is your song
It is a landmark between the heart and
the mind, it is the suppression of all desire
yet desire is the stepping-stone.