Sunday, March 11, 2012


Your run-down church, my soiled bougainvillea,
Your hypnotized smirk, my bed-ridden insomnia,
Somebody save us, you and me, sprawled across the wall,
My faith, your wait, anxiously circling---
'Can I eat it or will it eat me?'..........

This love.

A hungry hurricane, breathing to suffocate,
I lived your life for a while, till the wintry suicide,
I want my reasons to save you from me now and forever,
I want my burden, to cripple your love and free-fall---
Can I bury it or will it bury me?........

Your love.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Waters Singing on my Toes

Roll into a numb bliss
The rhythmic beating of wind on the eyelashes
Trees and sillhouttes flit past
Until the nuances of great and good
Is blurred
Into a numb bliss
Into a quiet rooftop song
That no one will hear
No one will need to

Bliss, once and since
It is

....And the last note will linger
Through each time a bottle shatters
Or a joint burns out
And a misplaced tear wets your water-proof toes...

Bliss, once and since
It has been.