Thursday, May 22, 2014

Hanging on...

Sometimes I can’t breathe
Sometimes my heart feels tight.
It feels tangled in the green vines
Hanging from the trees of the arroyo.
They told me not to swing in the vines.
One can break. No one knows which one's the good one.
But I jumped
Still hanging on...

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Sulk in Solitude Left for You by Me or Grumbled Darkness (undecided)

Grumbled solitude
indulge in darkness
run into dreams that burn.

Permission granted
to be released
into a crowd of fools.

Hide in the masses
your anguished notions
for me to never find.

Darkness grumbled,
"Indulge in dreams
run from solitude it burns."

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Stolen Pearls

It’s like you’re floating
like nothing can touch you 
like everything you feel and see
means the world and matters like 
nothing else- except your cat
and your mother
and your sisters
and their children
and your brother, 
even your drunk father  
then everything is great
and you feel like walking and talking to everyone.

Can you please listen, because what I have to say 
is a matter of nothing and a matter of everything
it’s chatter biting my nerves 
twitching my thoughts
can’t line-up as one 
they’re everywhere
and running across
waving a flag 
dragging you off
into the sand 
into the sea
into the sadness 
of stolen pearls. 

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Love Letter

He’s so good looking.
Sexy and speckled with brown spots in the perfect places. 

If you could see him, you’d know he's a mad man,
but he comes with the sweetest kisses.

I mean to
tell him
I need to
get him
out of
my head
and into
my pussy.

It's dangerous
I'm fallin'
I'm on a ride
I'm slippin' under
There's no escape,
I can't wait…

A taste of your lips,
of a poison paradise

Too high, can't come down
Losing my head

Spinning 'round and 'round

Do you feel me now?

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

  • Each time we kiss
    I keep a little.
    I swallow his saliva,
    out comes steam
    from within my thighs.
    My mind, my purpose
    belong only to him
    in that moment
    we share a kiss.

Friday, September 21, 2012

belly side up

The toad
I slipped on
I didn’t kiss
it didn’t turn
into a prince
my foot
bare on the
belly side up
he foamed
his last pains
In the rains
of Nayarit
I ran down
stream to
house of bricks
I hit the mud
with my face
and saw it
my hearts fate
flashed before
me too early
to understand
so I loved
him anyway