one day i will
stop searching crowds
i will lean backwards
to let fresh air
enter lungs
i'll inhale
colorless fate
that bleeds inside
expel you from veins
rich and thick with
the slightest graze
i won't beat down streets
causing night to pillowslip day
smothered with designs to
face your eyes with mine
strip your dignity
from the shady reasons
we
are not to be
and we will go off
into the blue
to see how things work out

When growing up, some friends boasted
They’ve become real men overnight
Had taints of mud in a wrestling match
They were bold to talk to any girl
My lack of gen dumbfounded them

You have not started, they chided me
Go back to the sand and play with toys
You still have a youngster's sense
I liked watching girls play, I was very shy
Afraid of hearing from them the word ‘no’

you know , today ,
i"m not exactely the same man
that i vas yesterday .
it"s different .
i mean i am i ,
but , with some 35 . 575 yesterdays
acumulated , colected in myself , in me ,
plus today ,
that tomorrow will be
an other yesterday ,
if meanwhile i shall not leave here
and co away for ever .

Styrofoam china
stacked high above the rim;
last night's slaw
squeezing the air,

but I can't be bothered.

My hair is greasy
it'll shape any way but clean,
the shabby beard offers
an I'm drunk look,

I only shrug.

I need to feel something more than depraved
like the loose-bowel symptoms letting go relieves,

so I'm waiting

and that's where I live
over-used and de-mused;
just take me out.

our bed
is a two-person island,
we are castaways
from other sides

in its center, we are lovers
making love in the art of
making war, sideless we
blend ripe juices of conquest
surrendered and satiated
like lords of the dance
far away
from mortal combat in the untamed
jungle of our bliss, ascending and
descending

vagabonds on a caravan
searching for the holy grail
thirsty for grace

sometimes the best conversation
is made, sometimes we have
nothing to say

There are words running alongside a river
winding itself around the bends of your curves,
a flow of feeling
pieces of sunrise radiating from your skin,
soft
(and it's charming how you guard something so perfect
with a shield of ice)
but it's easy to break through;
I realized this when I stopped looking at just the rearview
and fell into
those dark brown eyes,
felt myself surrender to gravity for a moment-
and boy, am I surprised -- caught hold of a rope,

My love for you: As pure as lungs need air to breathe,
but that was not meant to be; your absence suffocates me.
I turn to follow prints of feet, crossing deserts to find Plan B;
all that's found are skulls and bones, it makes no sense to walk backwardly.
There is no resurrection of a love-dead-gone affection
when oxygen no longer longs for lips or passing through another's fingertips,
and that's exactly what I need in order to have the strength to run.

so I don't talk so pretty
so what
it ain't jive
ain't even vulgar
not where I come from
grade school words
two syllable stuff
some ruff tuff grammer
from the hip mostly
or off the top of my head
out my mouth it comes
don't like it?
tell me
I don't bite
even my back talk hardly stings
so I don't talk so pretty
so fucking what!
you know damn well what I mean

if fall was
the devil we worshipped
give me back
the green spring when
suppleness was leaves
nothing withered and
with you
found flowers
on the edge of lips

the uneasy truce exists
when, at final call
the last swallow is seen
but i come once more
after snow pales skies
swipes your skin
as if it seeks your ache

we lie amid
magenta dawnings
to stare upwards-
the left of a sun
frowned and puzzled that

together
we are
summer saved

Babe hold on to me like you love me
Kiss me softly till I fall asleep
Make me know your heart is mine
Though I know it’s not so kind

Babe hold on to me like you love me
Speak sweet words till I’ve fallen deep
Make me believe you adore me
Though I know it’s not to be

Babe hold on to me like you love me
Take me away to loves’ key
Make me see paradise in your eyes
Though I know it’s just a lie