Juan De La Luna by Demetrio Korsi (translated by Matthew Aquilone)
Moon's light mixing -
Comes back - leaves of polished gold before each alley,
and any old broken glass, scattered on the street,
make like coronation diamonds...
The harlequin moon,
the high-wire moon
on a loose wire,
laid out on the sill;
One step, it's bound to happen -
end up in a bucket of water.
Ah money, no sense wasting it on rum!
'Cause more drunk am I on the moon than shots,
'cause for us dipsomaniacs the moon's a stiff one
but sniffed -
little by little
till no more shine can ride the brain...
(And there I was,
that night downtown,
of talking out my ass;
boogied from my anguish, the anguish that hid
-in each fruit a worm-
my own heart.)