Love Letters

In the quiet of the night
an army of dancing flames stands guard

pushing darkness away.

A concert of candles burning 

in luminescent fueled nostalgia.

Letters, ghosts, and her musical box 

reminding her of that long, lost love.
Princess, escapee of her crystal world

for a Friday, clandestine fuck.

As the past takes over her present

and her future begins to fade.

Her dirty, wrinkled dress

brushing her self-esteem under the carpet

hurriedly, moping her shame away.

Only pain makes her present

with self mutilation stoicism

as she carves his name on her thighs,

with her little pocket knife.

Tomorrow is another day

another blade

new little blood stains

cleaning her imprisoned conscience

with prayers and paper towels. 

Ugly Nose Bitch

Sometimes I see women with bad attitudes

they don't thank you for opening the doors for them

and treat people badly.

I guess they don't realize 

Men, well, we see them as an insecure little kid

throwing temper tantrums

demanding attention for their insecurities

stumbling and stuttering in a balancing act

trying to fill the shoes of a real woman. 

Besides, bitch

you have an ugly nose

and rather small tits...

  

56 Rivers

I can't bury the dream
I never hid it, and I won't start now.
It doesn't seem to drown in the fish tank either
so I must let it go
flow
river down.

I sat and dwelved for days
and they brought weeks
and then they brought months,
but those years afterwards
well, they showed up uninvited
I promise.

The yesterdays are still my today
sometimes,
but I've grown used to it
or so I wish,
and one must promise
or wish upon a star.
I tried to find one
hiding behind that cloudy Japanese screen
but all I found was rain
and it rained
and it rained
and I cried for you again
under a starless sky
again
and then I cried for me
and then I stood before your 56 smiles
like a mountain, I couldn't climb
like a tower
like my twisted horizons.

And the tide began to rise
and the floor began to move
and the poison promises
melting under the sun,
involuntarily venomous.

Well, here's my white flag
my rice paper sail
now folded into a little paper boat
floating swan I've set to sail
down the flow of tears it carries
river down.

12/21/12

The four gears have reset
the cycle of life starts again
and the same lesson
remains unlearned.
Human kind stays the course
sailing on a ship of fools,
thinking we're moving forward,
and ignoring the waterfall before us.

We still use religion to manipulate
we still use laws to corrupt
we still use money to buy
and we still use guns to silence.

We tolerate the intolerant
and are deemed infidels
We adapt to those unwilling to adapt
and lose our identity.
We let baby making automatons
whom have never planted a tree
hide behind a religion of fear
We see electric car snobs
burning coal indiscriminately
We sustain industrialized monsters
as they create a global sewer
and an economy of credit and unfairness.

... and the land keeps giving
and we keep extracting
fracking continental shelves
polluting, using, abusing
raping, buying, fucking
as we survive in the stretchmarks
in the fast food gluttony of the ugly fat whore we've become
forgetting the true heirs of this sacred Mother Earth:
First nations, and children.

Twenty Angels

Like tiny footsteps on the sand
the wave came, and washed them away.
Their happiness and their voices
were silenced forever, earlier today.

Their tiny noses against the window pane
might still be there tomorrow
but they won't
just the condensation
and an unanswered question.

Like tears in free fall,
at some random airport.
They were love promises
whispered between a man and a woman,
for they were little miracles
but now their light is gone.
And if the sky needed twenty stars
can't it do without?
and if the heavens needed twenty angels
can we have them back?

Like blue unicorns
their smiles, their laughter
their little scarves and mittens
all in a box.

My Dad's Divorce

I'm tired of sobriety

tired of suffering

tired of trying

I want to guide this ship to harbor

live the life I'd like to live.

Instead, like all of you,

I'm a prisoner of doing what's right,
wasting my life away.
Doing what's expected of me,
what other's expect of me.

Well, guess what?

Fuck the puppy

fuck the fish tank

fuck this worn out marriage

fuck the bank account

Cash out
raise the anchors

and sail the oceans
you're not the cancer that will kill me

Red in Black

A King's Queen
a Viking's mare
that one thing I always wanted
hiding under my bed.
She's like a tiny sun, trapped forever
inside a perfect diamond
and her smile is like a cloud,
carrying me away
and I'm starstruck
dumbfounded, astonished
enchanted, ensnared, enamored,
simply put, I'm fucked.

A spell of glittering stars, floating on the lake
the scent of virgin snow,
and as common as a unicorn.
As deadly as a Nordic siren
a Princess worth dying for.

My kingdom I surrendered effortlessly
since the first time I laid eyes on her
and I've yet to catch my breath

Emeralds in nuclear collision
fission, and streaks of blue cobalt fusion
could never match her eyes.
A dream inside a nightmare
a life worth living for
holy fuck
for such beauty, one could start a war
with anyone, for anything.

She's like discovering fire
like making music
like sleeping
like breathing oxygen.

And yet, she can't see me
I feel invisible
suffocating in her indifference
it's torture
it's pain
to her, I'm just like everybody else.

The Equilibrist

Dead,
and cold, and dry.
Hollow,
motionless, and grey,
sad.

Not just lonely,
but alone.
Whistling a happy tune in an empty mortuary,
carving a gravestone with my nails.
The bitter monotony brews into a sour poison,
as darkness blinds my sight,
folding my dreams in a tiny suitcase.

Like a drunk equilibrist
holding back tears,
suspended on the edge of my eyes.
Like a madman,
standing on the edge of a cliff.
Like an ugly vegetable at a grocery store,
like an empty garbage bag
like a fat beggar
like a communist with a lottery ticket
like a cripple with a bycicle
like a cancer patient in love
like a broken tv set
like a guitar with parkinson's disease
like a baby's coffin floating to a beach
like an open wound
like a deaf Beethoven
as I sit on a bench at this public park
chocking on my words
wishing I could just unzip myself in half
and let this love flow like sewage
down to the sea
that's how I feel when I look at you
knowing you'll never look at me.

Clandestine and Destiny

You can just tell yourself this is all fiction
it's all a fantasy you'll never fulfill
If you dare open this door
your eyes must be ready to see the thoughts you repress
the things we're supposed to hide... stupidly
the recurring dreams when we meet...

When the night comes
my teeth become fangs

and my mouth begins to hurt

May I have this dance?

My hands ache 
and I can see in the dark
and under your dress
my hands caress your thighs
my mouth salivates 
and my mind spirals for a moment
as we hide, under the veil of the night.

I laugh behind my twisted smile
as my kisses undress your neck
and my hands play with your hair
disarming your defenses
... and it's walls and monuments and dogmas
crushing down on the floor
with everything your mother told you
that day, at church

It's your hungry mouth
and your skillful fingers
unzipping my jeans
as I flat line in a temporary comma
It's your sleepy eyes
your poisoned tongue around me
dictating every beat of my heart
every breath
listening carefully to every unrehearsed word
every sound escaping my Alcatraz mouth

Its your wedding band, blushing on my bedside table
it's your cellphone, forgotten in the car
it's all the lights out
and the candlelight, outlining your perfect face

resting like shame on my pillow

And as you give yourself
you begin to lose control
as I asphyxiate between your thighs
impatiently, like a sailor adrift
like a drunk
and I taste you, and I levitate in joy
and I die
and I resuscitate
and my tongue toys with you
as I drink you
as I guzzle you
in the scent of dry ambergris and labdanum
absinthe, laudanum
drowned in your cotton candy chloroform.


It's my firm hand, turning your hair into reins
it's my firm stroke
making you my mare
it's my blood, burning in your veins
it's my tongue, poisoning your throat 
as I sink my teeth on your shoulder
and we melt together
like two candles left lit 
left forgotten, 
burning in secrecy.

Water Lilies

I walk naked on the old boardwalk
feeling the board cracking under my weight
barefoot and undressed
dipping in the lukewarm bay
Letting my body float on the sea
it feels so familiar, so safe
closing my eyes, letting go

Dreaming of the stars in your eyes
of the diamond dust on your skin
of your water lily footsteps
and your peaches of lips
of the light in your spirit
and the beacon in my horizon