Nite rote

The sound of the ocean is relentless, this is the nite rote

Luminence

1. The cartilage that wont grow back

2. The chances that you’re happy when I’m sad, and I am happy when you are sad, for who else will cheer us up?

3. Losing the keys to your house.

4. No duplicates.

5. Not sturdy enough to withstand the wind.

6. A day without stars. Everyday.

7. A way of moving while staying still.

8. Drowning doesn’t look like drowning.

9. Watching blood drip on the dock.

10. Soon it will be warm enough to forget our jackets.

11. A lake in the sky and wind in the lake.

Time Rose

Lost track of time

aurulent ages of sunrise

time goes by



An open jar gathers

water the way a child

eats paint chips

Fold and Lock

Here keep this she said

and every time I thought of her

delicious on my lips



Vicious selector

laughing with their fingers caught

with crisp sideways words

Le Grand Meaulnes

In a time or so,

with serpentine repetition,

we will find the tacks lost in my bed

We can hold the entire graduation ceremony there in bed

It will all be peaking like,

amor de mis amores,

death of my deaths,

or the earnest of earnests

Was it because

silently from a distance

she wanted to reinforce her order

that I should not follow her?

Or was it to let me see her face

one more time?

Chemicals in the Brain

Skeletons and skies

driving through fire swept landscapes

echoes of forest



Again brought to me by mi amor de mis amores.

Humpback whale

How does it rain here

asked the whale to the human

who held their last breath

Recalls You of Rivers

Rolling dry grass fields

spontaneous combustion

fire dancing beauty



Thanks to mi amor de mis amores for this one.

General Relativity

I keep forgetting

that one day I will forget

your true tantric form



Your mortal part wanes

while times veils and minneralizes

an ammonite heart



What does love know

about the insect she salvaged

that she doesn’t embody



It is obvious

the crow on my street tells me

she is one of us

Spirit Animals

Why are you so blue

with my blood on your hands

begetting hot blood

Sunday University

I hold a mirror

so tight it begins to crack

releasing eagles



Being free means

owning nothing said the bee

to the first flower

Nectars

I was born against

the summer’s heat that makes her sweat

I eat cold plums for brunch



I am listing to the left

a day of broken arrows wont change that

practice makes perfect



You stand on fossils

outside Kathmandu as tears

freeze on your shale face

 

Olvidar

I’d hold you together

but the nite pulls me apart

under silver sheets



In a few orbits

with grimy fingers we get

what loss tastes like



You are everything

comparison is the thief

next to nothing

I Keep Remembering

I went gently down

to mend the crow on the precipice

I found its black ghost



I don’t care for ghosts

yet I carry this feather

from a dead corvid

I Keep Forgetting

I held a fierce crow

you held a long piece of floss

we bound the wings