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…

Invisible ink

Bounce on this lap like you in a bouncy house. Back it up on me I wanna watch you dance. Can I pull on the pony, just a little? Bend you over, write a check, split you down the middle? 9mm bulging through my pants Feel your pretty nails up on it. I don’t need…

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…

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…

Dirt Pudding

Pigmented scents of leather flowers fly by fauna from afar Brownie soil and velvet violets draft a woodland memoir. Doe deer dance with leaping locusts, Moss proposes to the twine, Swooning loons sing sultry serenade Moonlight drips onto shoreline A sour sun once shriveled raisins as it grew drunk from cypress sap. Now Dionysus holds the…

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…

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…

C^2 Breakfast

It’s snowing in Chicago right now We’re nearly in May Woke up at 11 on a Saturday Reached for the bowl, Steam my daily greens Forgot that I’m sick, Doc said to find other means. “But I have needs, I have to write.” “Now, now, everything’s gonna be just alright” For the better I suppose…

Nothing.

One day I’ll decompose from your consciousness; One day you will stop looking around your apartment every morning, Seeing my paintings in both rooms, Thinking about how much I loved when you cooked biscuits and gravy for me. You’ll stop hearing me laugh at your drunken snoring, your mocking of stupid people. You’ll stop seeing…

First Love Poem

I’d like to share my first love poem by yours truly haha! When I told ya’ll I’ve been writing since 98′ I wasn’t kiddin’ Shout out to 8 year old moi; two years after moving to The States and learning English. Enjoy! Poem. My sweet my love. Your my haert.   (heart) My sweet juse coconut. …

Porn-star Poet

04.05.18   15:00 She paints with her body on a canvas of climax. scream after moan, a novel is written. She tells of gentle euphoria and wild freedom; songs of belligerence, myths of captivity. Pleasure pallette or hoax? You decide. She is generous, yet filled with desire. Master of guile; a Gemini of duplicity. Magician of…