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…

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…

At the beach, sitting in the sand, talking to myself.

Salt water encased in glossy eyes. begging for blue drowning in air. everything before me flies yet I don’t really seem to care. Apathy flood, peace in disguise forbidden waters I have entered The stillness is a mimicked birth And I surrender at its center. Weightless I am cradled by ocean arms, a dissolving human…

Purpose

meaning, definition, utility, function, I don’t get it What’s to understand? The celery and marshmallow of words. zero, nothing, something. Riddle me this, If I ceased to exist, would that alter universal operations and the physics of matter, if that even matters. Would my void feed the insatiability of every black hole, of each burning…