Before dawn,
the room’s flooded
with evangelical Spanish
from the radio.
No music. Pure preaching.
The only words I catch
in his rapid flow are
“contigo” and “alleluia.”
Rise, fall,
whitewater ecstasies
and imprecations
soak the morning
in splashes from
a torrent
rinsing away
my unholy dreams.
Dark Matter 
December 19th, 2013 at 6:31 am
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December 19th, 2013 at 6:37 am
Thank you, and I shall check it out.