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Sunday, January 27, 2013

la bahía


A putrid pit of periwinkle passion
Sits high in my chest
But deep in my gut

Not new
These mocking mock-ups

Seven years in fact
We’ve exchanged words

A lilac loathing licks
At the absurdity of my “me”
At this banal experience
Which puts the fear in us
And stretches out our bones

Seven years ago
I drove into a den of delirium

The lights which then exploded my nerve endings
Have come to electrocute my heart’s cross-fibers

It is now
That I enjoy more the droning mechanics of a simple wall heater
It’s very shy whining
And it’s very warm kisses

It is now
That I prefer time
Enveloped and sealed
In the precious privacy of my home and my head

Sometimes I feel dead

But here is truth
Here I can hold onto some truth

Instead of querulous questioning
Or repugnant representing
I meddle in the fragility
Of conversation with my self

Here
Fragile
Here
It is now that I am simply alive

Saturday, January 5, 2013

winter's lesson

pour it into the cup
that which i bring to these lips
yet unknown
what lives inside
the sizzle of collapsing bubbles could be only an echo

do i even want to drink?
from it
is born some responsibility.
magic
and curls

blue has been replaced this season
the color of it possesses me less
the globular wetness of it's cold iron gateway
means infinitesimally less
currently

like the relationship dust has to time
inevitable

the winter brought an infantile freshness
it secret passing like swamp air between strangers' chests
our chests
breathed being into the collective expiration,
shocked us with a reminder of truth.

but do i choose to not only swallow the offer...
gleefully?
not only smear the inside of this long throat
with a jelly of newness
but to also extravasate the appendages of my capacity
to love and show it...

do i also choose to bathe in the process of knowing pain
and squirm in the gelatin clarity
which may shower sheets of silicone?

do i behave
or untie

until the fancy laces of normalcy
so completely escape the heat of my fingertips
that the whips of the ocean's icy sneeze
tease them into it's recesses of silk.