Muse

9.6.2020 I want to paint you in dreams of oil,fiery sand,warm moonlight,molten gold. I want the world as witnessof how I feel for you. I want everyone to see youIN flowersIN silver raincasting shadows on heavens. I want the sun to kneel for you,Rivers to bleed for youStrangers to weep over youdeserts shriveling, parched over…

A way in, way out

Your saliva In the crevices of your canines While your body lie In the sediment of mattresses Sickly thickness Physical layer emotional distance Whatever you make it be. Forgive it Forgive me I’m sorry Yet I am not. This body This brain It’s all make-believe; Synthetic lint Swept behind the dryer. Bits and pieces, fragment…

I used to be a writer

Piano fingers, are lobster claws. A lazy cell evolves. in reverse. Paintbrushes collecting dust slump in tin cups brown strips of rust Camera lenses giving me the eye wondering why I won’t pick up the pen and paper. or at least try. what is a feeling. internal hallucination of a sensation None of it is…

something like water

silver threads silk spooling my fingers. Body like bread crumbling in my arms. Something like water. Carrying  current voice of an ocean fluid, yet full. The glass on my lips warm and cold. the fumes of my breath the gold on my neck the hail outside of my window. It is you. Imagine opening your…

Some life, huh?

laughing crying eating breathing sleeping reading drinking feeling dreaming driving swimming skydiving seeing trying winning losing biking hiking swiping typing smoking dancing loving hating financing writing working painting thinking moving. What the hell am I doing?              

I’m Sick

in the head in the body in the clothes. I’m sick. of the ice of the heat of the news. I’m sick. with anger with love with a cold. I’m sick. of wifi of talking of digging. I’m sick. D evastated N auseated A mputated from my cell phone hand and abusing it. Losing me…

I worry sometimes

about you about me about freedom. I worry sometimes. about distance about hours about flowers about voices. I worry sometimes. about blood about colors about clouds about water. I worry sometimes. about teeth about pens about birds about friends. I worry sometimes. about dust about lust about sharing about caring. Sometimes I worry Worry I…

Father of the year

What can I say, you’re a champ. Whenever she needs you you’re first. With bottle breath and a zoo pals plate of New Ports. You’re the best. If anyone could claim first place for the biggest waste of blood and plants its you. I don’t know what we’d do without you. Never cease to impress…

Chisme

Abuelitas roosting on the block clucking, pecking sunflower seeds. kids on boards with wheels flying little dragons goons puffing weeds. Men in orange vests with bricks catcalling on mamas Honeys with the Henney, tailored suits and boots fuckin up some comma’s. But trees got some chisme too we just can’t quite hear it. And I…

Little Red Corvette

Cruising down 70 in a Bradenton favela road is a ribbon life is a lemon My brothers stay with me we share the citrus chalice This is no man’s land meaning its ours. pass the malice. Ooops dropped my slim into the cup on my balcony this morning sipped by mistake finished it anyway gotta…

Try

Succumb to this mediocrity of unseasoned pleasure. Get the windows undressed, sip on a cup of caffeinated treasure. Reply to stale emails take a swim in chlorine. grab a post-workout beer force yourself to get clean. take a hot shower; call up your boss puff on some flower. Touch on yourself, Feel up the typewriter…

Invasive

23:11 10/19/17 You are no psychologist, But you know how to play the brain. Roll the dice on the green velvet of undefined gray matter Snake eyes; see no more Gamble away a few calamitous memories In exchange for some exhilaration. Won’t give into interim temptation, Neuron signals higher expectation. You mind reader you… Playing…