Monthly Archives: March 2012

  traversing on this salty moon flashes of past remind me a child of pen and paper there are repeats of silly dances where feet stride on a portico of misdemeanor when caught there is no rectitude leaving an iniquity … Continue reading →

  I breathe your air Today and incessantly Floating from the drowning   You swept me You churned me   Like a scarecrow alive You startled the birds in the field   Wanting you, needing much In this skin you … Continue reading →

  they hurt they hide deeper in the dark grotesque benign to this flesh they flirt they play better than vultures inside them are my enemies they traded me they hurt they hide they run they die   2011

  More than a knife cutting me to several pieces Chopping, grinding, and burning on a blazing fire I am unattached when I cannot seem to tell In the open honesty I am still in my own private box   … Continue reading →

I taste your spinach on a Sunday noon Killing the thought of a sad note letter It is hurting at our last rocking moon You tell me of some difficult weather I am trying this unusual drop of tears How … Continue reading →

barren branches of forlorn dusk haze of moonlight in zephyr dark tangerine lemonade and spark rituals of witches scream and bark   ardent scholars of advanced generation pampered in modern veneration men encountered emancipation witches of the internet have consolation … Continue reading →

  The wrinkle of us and our shadows reach a space of romance—   We’re rolling, folding, breathing, and prancing at the wonder of the sun—   Our escape from toiling and socializing, a sum of contempt to the world— … Continue reading →

  Striding, galloping, floating— All elements from left to right gather here Canopies of heterogeneous colors emerging from Unknown origins of drastic mysteries   No mouth can gossip and whine Neither feet stagger on barbed wires Little zones have bigger … Continue reading →

The Beauty is there in the Judgment of Paris. Her auburn hair is immaculate strands of resurrected crown among the virgins. I yearn at her olive skin and scented lips. Do not depart, or I will see demise untimely.   … Continue reading →

I smell dad’s tangerine wine floating on the backyard’s air. In the retrospect of the events that led like a domino effect, my growth is a hackneyed progress against the obvious odds.   I revolutionized like the miracle of a … Continue reading →