You are made
absurd
standing against
a bird with a
mohawk.
Move on,
find your fate
a café
to concoct
a fantastic idea,
tell us
how ecstasy tastes
like the
leaves of fog.
Sit there,
devising routes
to flee from the indecency
of the incident.
Then begin
clapping
madly in the air,
with a frown
on your face,
as if trying
to squash the world’s
insignificance.
Leave quickly
before the army of fools
you hired
arrive with their pure
pulse of contempt.
Find the cathedral
and hold
a moment of silence
look,
even the pigeons
can preach
below the dust
and fury
of the yellow sky.
You can
at most
only touch a shade
of fiction;
let’s face it
you pick up
and open an umbrella
thinking it is Beauty
itself
but it is neither
raining
nor about to.

Pablo Saborío is an emerging visual artist and poet from Costa Rica, based in Copenhagen, Denmark.