In order to wander,
Follow flitting thoughts
Without sequence
Explore corners of the air
That do not matter
Discover beautiful
Blunders along the road
Aim to unearth
Chances left in the wake
Of a rusting ship
My shrewd body is
Stationary, veins dancing
In a prison of skin
My aptitude battering
The jail keeper
Live plainly
Deficient in nothing
Sing in empty alleylight
Exhausted concrete
Rising love
Avoid the compulsion
To sleep
Turn out kernels of concept
Adopt love
By the pound
Flip-turn,
Begin again
15 May 2009
Warranted
It’s as if she steadies men
Prepares them, all beads and baskets
For more explainable women
She is killing dysfunctional
Swaddling anger in art and
Growing brighter by the drizzling hour
Tackling only the jungle in her
The dense and three times magnified.
And I, unable to commune with
Myself, larva that I continue to be,
Play like the tide and swindle
Men into whistling bystanders
Sandy-eyed and heedless
I build my image dollar upon dollar,
Murdering in the savannah
And shedding ne’er a tear
At this she is instantly uprooted
Her heart’s blood on the crest of the dune
She identified my manufactured passion
And intended to divulge my worst-
Gore sulking behind the eyes of a doll
So I will win a warm hand to hold
And self-satisfaction to the hilt
Now she is not so infuriated,
She floats in calm with the algae
Educated by her every pore
Open swings the padlock on her mind,
Freeing you of your rumored stronghold
Adopting neutrality’s child in state
She christens us manipulator and liar
And effectively eludes her every care.
9 May 2009
Prepares them, all beads and baskets
For more explainable women
She is killing dysfunctional
Swaddling anger in art and
Growing brighter by the drizzling hour
Tackling only the jungle in her
The dense and three times magnified.
And I, unable to commune with
Myself, larva that I continue to be,
Play like the tide and swindle
Men into whistling bystanders
Sandy-eyed and heedless
I build my image dollar upon dollar,
Murdering in the savannah
And shedding ne’er a tear
At this she is instantly uprooted
Her heart’s blood on the crest of the dune
She identified my manufactured passion
And intended to divulge my worst-
Gore sulking behind the eyes of a doll
So I will win a warm hand to hold
And self-satisfaction to the hilt
Now she is not so infuriated,
She floats in calm with the algae
Educated by her every pore
Open swings the padlock on her mind,
Freeing you of your rumored stronghold
Adopting neutrality’s child in state
She christens us manipulator and liar
And effectively eludes her every care.
9 May 2009
What Dry Eyes Say
I am a quiver of harpoons
Blazing through open water
Bolstering ruin from the inside out
The tarnished incarnation of
Maniacal selfishness, compulsive deceit, the worst:
The illicit use of deliberate focus.
Our seesaw is defunct
Loyalty, catapulted from its rightful position
By indulgence gorged on secrecy
And, stumbling homeward,
Loathing the sight of his own feet before him
He is greeted by a yawning door and a hungry den
Without a phantom to split the cost
Without a mirror to share the joy of the aching day
There, tumbling in distress
Insatiability will bankrupt his body
Solitude will lose its security
And craving his enemy is becoming the norm
In my fragility I lack the capacity to endure loss.
I am a bowl too small for swimming,
A stem blown to be splintered.
7 May 2009
Blazing through open water
Bolstering ruin from the inside out
The tarnished incarnation of
Maniacal selfishness, compulsive deceit, the worst:
The illicit use of deliberate focus.
Our seesaw is defunct
Loyalty, catapulted from its rightful position
By indulgence gorged on secrecy
And, stumbling homeward,
Loathing the sight of his own feet before him
He is greeted by a yawning door and a hungry den
Without a phantom to split the cost
Without a mirror to share the joy of the aching day
There, tumbling in distress
Insatiability will bankrupt his body
Solitude will lose its security
And craving his enemy is becoming the norm
In my fragility I lack the capacity to endure loss.
I am a bowl too small for swimming,
A stem blown to be splintered.
7 May 2009
On My Departure
I had never ingested such thick power
Intoxicated and shaky as I
Took my grudging leave
I was almost spontaneous with
The round city pleading with me
In darkest tones
You boys, you hit me
Like wall of traffic
How to leave this place where
The map is in my mind
Where the insignia of my memories
Confronts, beseeches me to change
I’ve been who I never want to be
I’ve become myself as I know me
A park in the center of my soul
Wheels of my chariot in a humble rut
What are we made of?
Is it palest pink, paste of compassion
Silken, stainless steel ambition
Fresh, water-indulgent vegetation
Spokeswoman of both God and Science
Or are we only lashed with red rope
Confident, creative, triumphant love
Married by commonality and deceit
I’ve packed my solitary life
A thousand times if I’ve done it once
Guide me or at the very least
Send me forth alone, or
I will abandon dear intuition
Over, under, over again
3 May 2009
Intoxicated and shaky as I
Took my grudging leave
I was almost spontaneous with
The round city pleading with me
In darkest tones
You boys, you hit me
Like wall of traffic
How to leave this place where
The map is in my mind
Where the insignia of my memories
Confronts, beseeches me to change
I’ve been who I never want to be
I’ve become myself as I know me
A park in the center of my soul
Wheels of my chariot in a humble rut
What are we made of?
Is it palest pink, paste of compassion
Silken, stainless steel ambition
Fresh, water-indulgent vegetation
Spokeswoman of both God and Science
Or are we only lashed with red rope
Confident, creative, triumphant love
Married by commonality and deceit
I’ve packed my solitary life
A thousand times if I’ve done it once
Guide me or at the very least
Send me forth alone, or
I will abandon dear intuition
Over, under, over again
3 May 2009
Las Alas de Mayo
Aquí existo, pintada de colores tristes
Hace tres meses
En aquella estación de Navidad,
Yo tenía esperanza como un parásito
Quemaba y me consumía
Pero, una palabra de tus labios
Labios falsos y famosos
Les mató a los productos
De mi mente fértil.
Estoy desmantelando nuestra historia
Como una cebolla para mi sopa
Lloro y como
Como un perro perdido
Mis pies son agotados
Pero mi corazón puede sentir
La energía del cielo
Sin los manos tuyos
Es una estación ilustre
De hola y no adiós
En la medianoche podemos huir
A las montanas negras
Por su ciudad baja del mar
Nuestros vasos están llenos de riqueza
Nacidos de la emoción más cándida
Ahora no necesitamos preocupar.
Respiramos.
29 Abril 2009
Hace tres meses
En aquella estación de Navidad,
Yo tenía esperanza como un parásito
Quemaba y me consumía
Pero, una palabra de tus labios
Labios falsos y famosos
Les mató a los productos
De mi mente fértil.
Estoy desmantelando nuestra historia
Como una cebolla para mi sopa
Lloro y como
Como un perro perdido
Mis pies son agotados
Pero mi corazón puede sentir
La energía del cielo
Sin los manos tuyos
Es una estación ilustre
De hola y no adiós
En la medianoche podemos huir
A las montanas negras
Por su ciudad baja del mar
Nuestros vasos están llenos de riqueza
Nacidos de la emoción más cándida
Ahora no necesitamos preocupar.
Respiramos.
29 Abril 2009
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