Poem: How Can I Use This Pain
By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.
That you so unsparingly issue
In cups of blighting blows
Laced with acid the corrosive breathe
Of aphids on petals of hope quivering
On cusps between one secret longing
To another – these sick little Hannibals,
How they latch on the doorknobs, nipples
Of these all my throbbing unknowables?
Or, if you can tell me please in what copious
More ways can the heart be bothered too
To listen to the dying voices, of words snuffed
Out of a poem’s frame, unwelcomed
The hairy surprise
Of Kafka’s cockroach?