Friday, July 26, 2013

Amber Eyes

cedar chest reminiscent past
frozen strawberries sticking
tongues sweet tastes of youth
listen long glowing locks
eyes clean tears unharmed
skipping suns patched dolls

Monday, July 22, 2013

Obscure Deluge

converted muscle retraction
mono faded diversions
canter centerfolds muses
dimensions contemplate folding
creating borderline symposiums
obsequious manners practiced
holding colors soft spoken

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


the Gypsy Rojo watches out for the lost souls
tumbling out of control whimpering 
she reaches out for your throat Sangre Circulación 
hop on the little red bus
there are no chairs to sit on
nothing to hold on to

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Saturday, October 30, 2010


Oath of owes spinning racistsmirages worthhumanities soulscatching reapers fistsinane speaking Gods goalsspit suffocating throatsremains remnants distorting glass

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Friday, October 22, 2010


amis endowed dilemmas
photo copied synthesis
listless lacking portions
quick quest quotations
survive limb mutation
over cognitive stimulation

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Wednesday, October 20, 2010


parabolic spatula smooth like butter
beaten eggs over pseudo blender
oxygen, oxygen help them breathe
simple matter little worn valve
pushing roses up nasal passage
blinking conscience blink water

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010


fathom minutes folds of contemplation
blinded eyes hair engulfed penetration
liquid cold lantern beckoning light
retentive clumps leaping waves of dreams
cry the laugh slapping knees intuition
under the wisps crisp synergic air

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Sunday, October 17, 2010

Sale Mending

pencils poisoning trees with lead
a case of acute conspirititous
banks hiding with leprechauns
dancing in puddles of muddles
dish came back spoon to fat
drinking milk on the moon

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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Las Manos

El Milagro walks like a man 
to sit in Gods hands
the question, Donde es mi Alma
mud and stone have burned callouses
my family has been taken and still i work
mud slathered on like a mule by bigots
grant me this wish to find my soul
on ignorance I will slather 
with clean hands on brick

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Friday, September 03, 2010

Gypsy Rojo, Flor de Cactus

un besito relieves the sting
the wild dog reveals the man
for one moment bleak despair
the blood calls the gypsy rojo
transform the sparrow
release your loyal heart

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