Oh, when the sun yields child to the soft caress of the night After the sun has gone. After the sun has gone. That lifts the wind after the sun has gone. The last of wonder and awe That turns life from a beach shell echo to a cornucopia after the…
The Boy Who Dances in the Light
Shout into the eyes of sunlight of the boy who dances in the light. Every dragon’s death foretells this child onto even the smallest realm. The Phoenix is an ally to the boy who forges worlds. The stars proclaim his shine this boy who dances in the light. He is the…
Rainy Weather Laughter
The rain chuckles on the rooftop and the sound carry’s down the house. The oaks in their amber raincoats hiss in the water’s tickle. Their sinuses suckle the drops to veins then shiver off the excess. The wild summer streams are beginning their running joke. The drought retreats with a frown…
The Whale
We turned around and she was there stranded between shore and sea, beach filled with the oily smell of whale, her dark tonnage serenading the waves for the comforting echoes of others, her great fins offering sand flowers to the Great Ocean God for her salvation. We mistook her motion for the final dance,…
A Very Hot Afternoon
The heat is a pendejo querida a street full of melda de vaca, mi amor steaming, stinking, like a hungry puta who takes mi dinero and gives me crabs. Sleep with me chica. Cool me down in el rio de su chocha. Por favor. Por favor. Mariposa de su womb. Pajaro en mi boca. Do…
The Art of Dying
The Pandemic has closed the theaters and cinemas. On stage a lone actor commits suicide in the loneliness. On screen the two lovers run to each other against the march of soldiers. The actor’s death is an extravagant fake, a nod to the art of dying a good stage death. The…
Dr. Faustus Thanks the Devil and the Word
The poem rumbles in my brain and wakes me at three in the morning as if my devil branded me with his pitchfork reminding me of our inspired bargain My nemesis love calls me to the fiery sheet his impish pride burning praise in me that swears fealty with bloody words Oh poetry…
Beyond the Dying Cloud
When a cloud dies doves and eagles dip their wings in mournful ‘memberance. When the sky dies it rots black in despairing soot of ash and pain. When the moon dies it’s mourned by the elliptical kisses of the planets beyond. When a planet dies the universe gently cradles it and lullaby’s…
Painfully Clear
I tried to bargain away all the sickness and death in my life with the skies and mountains. They refused to disperse my pain in the sunlight and clouds. The void rejected my life, eternity denied my love. The moon stayed its silent course watching my fate fade away in the night. Time denied my…