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