December 2009
7 posts
Where Dandelions Grow
below, in my alley garden of soiled diapers and flies empty bottles of rum and Spanish news, months old broken clothes pins and records of homeland boleros pigeons dance to the drum of rice and hard bread falling from weathered hands, stories high plastic prayer beads tossed in lost faith nestled under coins meant for bodies of water under palms far away and unsent love letters quartered by...
Allegiance
Cloaked in spangled banner stripes wrap enough to crush my bones in binding sheath beneath stars prickle skin Left with the faintness of Oh Say… repetitive lullaby lulling me to sleep sleep. Being rocked at a dizzying speed still believing perilous fights are what cause the gleaming I am caught taught/between/extremes waiting for a single beat in this rhythmless scene itching for a beat...
éxodo
caminamos, buscando tesoros de miel nuestra piel sudando dolores de profetas fallados en sueños pasados preguntas encarcelado sin respuestas ni sentido pero seguimos caminando…
'buela
On her death day she spat apple seeds coughed up the past in her palm and handed it to me to plant within the walls of our living room so that I may one day shake this house.
it's relative
no.
time stands still watching us pass by
and moments?
like fading fireflies they die, slowly imagining life resides inside their light.
i float
sun polish has gone streets clogged by wrappers and newspapers rain ankle deep tenement sponges soaking up excess of this drumming of gray what goes up is always coming down around my way.
Five Points (A Love Letter to NYC)
I – The Landfill
We all sink between this convergence of drunken tenements, shifting sleepily into half-lives of arms and legs entangled in soiled sheets. Tomorrow they will hang wrung, surrendering to an influx of new hands ready to wring and harden from the unconcern of earth they’ll dig to steady this capsizing ship. II – The Two-Step There was never a point When Father McKay refused To let...
September 2009
0 posts
7:26pm
earth-packed fingernails raking sunset off skin elementary time machine holding back dusk kiss of sea and sky red fades to pink to orange a reflective pull copied on our necks, arms, thighs we sink magnets.
May 2009
1 post
blow
Strange invention
this stop-motion life,
in seasoned breezes
we feed our ghosts
tromp through gray fields
and meet.
April 2009
3 posts
he says...
I am the harbinger of cool.
I lay it all out,
making you doubt
yourself.
Yeah baby,
pass me the mic.
I will make you clap…
with your toes.
:)
baby n
I cradle air
the empty space
still holds your form
it weighs me
toward earth
grounded here
I wait.
lead and ash, in your arms
Light, then sleep
this universal language of dreams
of sigh and folded skin
falling lashes
dry tears.