February Night

Eyelids droop

Weighted down by memory

Polaroid tears dangle from the edges

Of eyelash forest

Wine drips from lips

Drops full of questions

The future is held, teasingly, within

Misty and orange

Surrounding all hopes and fears

La maravilla

Dizzying height and misty wilderness

Two leather-shod feet rest upon the precipice

As far as the eye can see

Indecipherable, breathless winds tickle

The tops of the soft evergreen tufts

Fear, the friendliest emotion

Shakes the hand of the sojourner

With firm, sweaty grip and

Brief and knowing smile

Down!

Diving like a sea-hawk, glimmering with salt

Crystals form around the corners of her mouth

Leaving faces living in the light of all but rainbows

To know the way is an unbearable weight

Piles of shouldered boulders follow the path

While the lost float away languidly with the clouds

Ay!

Conociendose es mejor

Que ser anonimo pero

Todas se pierdan una vez mas

Los numbes y los rios juegan, una cancion

De dolor profundo y suenos llenos de agua

Y nunca me voy a conocer

Un barco me arrastra

Hasta el trono de diamante

La silla, la casa

Encontrando cuerpos muertos de

Estrellitas y sonries

We are the bridge

The bridge stands, vigilant

Erect and beautiful it waits

For feet

Furrow-browed face of stone

Sun beats down like butter

Melting into the mason's wrinkles

Limerick

Whimsy is flimsy, oh no!

It cannot withstand

The stub of a toe

The ripples are tripled for show

For my brother

It is good to know you, friend

In your broken, olive-skinned smirk

You whisper hope crying out

From within your prison of

Reasonable, Rationalized

Heartache

It is good to know you, friend

With your dark eyes that

Smile your impish utterings

Into being: you bring grins

Forth from the reticent and

Willing

It is good to know you, friend

May we never be so far apart

That geography cools the warmth

Of your steady, encircling embrace

You are my brother, I'm always

For you

Fortify

I am a beating heart

Exposed and bleeding

Oxygen outside my river

Burns and dries my flesh

I pour hot plastic into my

Aorta; hardening arteries

Making them strong, depriving

The choking, blue veins of

Inward breaths, pulmonic

Ingressive, aggressive suffocation

Blacksmith

The crafstman defined by his craft

Begins to look upon it in loathing

Because it is a fire-forged mirror

That forces, draws his gaze

To see himself in truth

Prism

Glass catches Sun's rays with nimble hand

And flings it towards the floor

Newly painted and alive, it's lighter than before

Ser mujer

Ser mujer es tener poder de

Liberar o esclavar

La mujer da vida al mundo

Y continuamente agarra

Agarra los rios y las rayas de la luna

Escala todos lugares altos

Con cuerdas hechas por

Luz e hierba

Repose

The clouds lower their crystalline ambassadors

Gracing the surface with liquid purity

Uncountable, lacy marionettes dancing

Repose

The moon casts its pale grin southward

Towards gravity, sparkling, tragic and bloodless

Caressing the earthy curves with tenderness

Repose

The darkness of sleep is a kind escape

From the whirling madness of the day

Dreams infiltrate the safety of the mind

Repose

Water trickles stealthily down the mountain's face

Trails of snowy tears have carved themselves

Into the reluctant history of the rocks

Repose

In any lover's arms it is dark and warm

Suffocating; the embrace of his strong body

Safe, I slip into desperate sleep

Repose

Surrendered yet unwavering, we withstand pursuit

Of the midnight beauty, mysterious and impalpable

Denying desires that magnetically throb us inward

Repose

Speak

My voice moves with the motion of my arm

When I am still, silence falls

The stillness settles the flurrying dust of memory

And through the light rays, seeing

The floor is blanketed with soft, enduring greyness

Twitching muscles begin to flow in an intricate dance

Words, utterances, mutterings

Grow up from the dust, molding and twisting into melodies

Of light and air and earth

Willing themselves to be heard and seen

They cry out from within my trembling fingers

To be weighty and empty is a grave duty

My Hope - A Haiku

His holy water

Fills the chasm between us

Drowning the doorway

Trust the night

Surrendered trustingly to the foggy dreamworld

She drifts, bobbing up and down, on the river of memories and

Imaginings stirred lazily into one entity

Her deepest longings and greatest fears smile at her

They caress her and embrace her sturdy, ghost-like frame

Fear's embrace, the sweetest, is full of tenderness

And turns the swirling silver world into vivid colors of trust

And all that remains of dreams is a shimmering mirage

Of Hope, the guardian of fantasy

Undaunted and confident, Hope waits patiently for Fear

Finds his power only in the false land of darkness

En voz alta

Cries of longing slither forth from every open mouth

Alike, the lips of whores and virgins

Find utter homelessness a home

The heart palpates ever too weakly

To convey the deepness of the pain

Afraid to shed the armor of cotton and silk

Tongues are bitten; epicardiums fortified

Silencio las conquista con fuerza maxima

Pero las calladas gritan mas que las locuaces

En voz alta

"Be seen and not heard"

But they are denied the pleasure

Of being known behind the cemented visage

Trees planted for those uprooted don't make

Sufficient penance for the bereft oxygen

Haplessly halved hornets' nests thrive

In their be-splitted state of lobotomy

The connective tissue contains the buzzing tales

For woe and glory promise wholeness

Oblivion of Dying

Twink’ling with the eyes of stars

It beckoned me, “Peer within!”

The golden light danced on walls

Of dark, wooden panels thin

Crimson poppy on his breast

Hunched and ragged, languishing

Tears soon came in gravity

He gripped his papers, trembling

Dexterously, he plucked petals

Of the bloody poppies free

Inhaling the earthly core

He begged for rest, “Come to me.”

His words were lost in liquid

Misery, his face lines spun

Volumes of tactile anguish

His drowning eyes met mine, stunned

The crystal glass his prison

Impenetrable rampart

Unraveled threads between us

Leaving him with shattered heart

Breezy fingers mussed his hair

And to the floor his papers fell

With a weighty final flutter

And his tears drew him towards hell

Aching alone in agony

Oblivion of dying

Stars, that watched the corpses dance

Of crumpled poppies flying

Crackling hardness encircled

The window’s edge and creeping

Fractals, icy, forming frost

I watched: lost him to weeping

Death’s grip found his marble throat

Window to ice surrendered

The bloody fingers, poppies

His riven eyelids conquered