by Francisco AlarconI want a god
as my accomplice
who spends nights
in houses
of ill repute
and gets up late
on Saturdaysa god
who whistles
through the streets
and trembles
before the lips
of his lovera god
who waits in line
at the entrance
of movie houses
and likes to drink
café au laita god
who spits
blood from
tuberculosis and
doesn't even have
enough for bus farea god
knocked
unconscious
by the billy club
of a policeman
at a demonstrationa god
who pisses
out of fear
before the flaring
electrodes
of torturea god
who hurts
to the last
bone and
bites the air
in paina jobless god
a striking god
a hungry god
a fugitive god
an exiled god
an enraged goda god
who longs
from jail
for a change
in the order
of thingsI want a
more godlike
god
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