Forget
the balm of barometric exuberance.
This night
no longer young, dissipates.

Recall
a dewy welcome of sun-quaffed green.
Yesterdays
revive severed umbilical dreams.

Peruse
this present but fleeting acumen.
Today
ceases yet emerges again tomorrow.

Ignite
that kindling of autumnal reticence.
Perhaps
genial kindnesses shall spring.

.

propogate
wave

the tide pool languor warmth
enriching
your ego
like a petri mirror
showing your strain

we are not
the enlist corp
checking out the macro
slide

but our zoom
brings up your tats
and stats

and the crushing mythology
tabloid roar

if only we shall
dye you in the LED
spotlight

to bring our your structure
your pore

we can post you like
a "whats up"
score
on the wild
of a college door

I am flinging plastic stars across the room
I decided we need a wish now more than ever

And so far

It’s not working.

Al envejecerse

Nunca tenía ilusiones
de una vida
más que yo la vivía
y tarde me ha venido
el tiempo de ser
más que yo era.

inutiles son los llantos
engañadoras las esperanzas
penosos los suspiros
del alma…
me enviejo.
.
pero al fin y al cabo
cuando
de este mundo
me vaya
no seré menos que
hijo de mi padre
niño de mi madre
.

I dont care if i ever see your face the way u made me feel can never be erased the girl u knew u killed inside and now the one thats here resides she wants revenge for all the pain the needless hurt that u forced her to claim she is different it is tru but cant forget about u because of this simple fact things u did u cant take back the memory she has just wont die and everytime she thinks about it it makes her cry u are the sickist most vile man and i hope the worst things happen to u that can

I miss the sound of whippoorwills
pleading in the night for love
each one seeking his own thrills
with spring moon shining up above

And the blanket of the milky way
no longer covers me at night
washed out as if it was mid-day
city lights all shine too bright

The window only brings gas fumes
and the smell of hot asphalt
no hint of honeysuckle blooms
I guess that maybe it's my fault

When i was young i didnt feel bad
Though performing acts that were hot

Now I pretend that I want to be bad
when I know that I really am not

Its easy for me in the end to pretend, but glad
that thats not what I've got

No core of evil ,no sight to be had
Good and evil in my melting pot

Don't look at me and hope that you see a truly evil fad
Just decent and kind and not left behind with that ghastly lot

The sound of wheels
in my head
drives me crazy

My tableau played out
over and over
my life lazy

For all my planning
I fuck it up
more times easily

Compartmentalise
and file away
retrieve it
slowly

savour it all
for time will be
when the wheels
drop off wearily

memories melt
into grey
nanospheres
no image sharply

And then
the ache
of the spirit
whirly-giging
click,click
back to youth

the sun betrayed
the night wasn’t young
there were no friends
gentle of course none…

I waited for you
in hope too,
the day was lonesome
boring and annoying…
bolts were flying all around
friendly poets were asleep,
abs silence not a sound
yet I was dreaming true
were you lonely too....

I grow tired, weary in fact
looking into
the heart of loneliness
I shiver and buckle
at the knees

left alone I am spinning
looking into
an abyss of despair
I am swallowed
as glass tears shatter

birds of paradise
lay dead
the sunrise refuses
to shine
the orchid declines
to grow

beauty has taken a day off
and I am again alone