Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The Eyes Of Bees


stroking the genius melting in your mouth
the eyes of bees designing the spectral patterns
virgins flickering in windows of passing ships
wenches puckering lemon flavored gloss
centaurs diving down pulling gold from the chest
licking clean muddy grass from their hooves 

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Sunday, March 29, 2009

The Gypsy Rojo, Blood


the deepest red of her veins poured
the wedding day
the birth of her first child
the dizzy deja vu 
lighting the candles with black fingertips
sworn to ride until the last soul passed

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Saturday, March 28, 2009

The Gypsy Rojo, The Carniceria


they say she had a family but one day they just left
on Mondays she would go to the carniceria
no one got to close only the children would stare
one day she stopped visiting the town all together
they say she ate rats and rabbits 
on Sunday they all prayed for the gypsy rojo

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Gypsy Rojo


the Gypsy Rojo watches out for the lost souls
tumbling out of control whimpering 
she reaches out for your throat Sangre CirculaciĆ³n 
hop on the little red bus
there are no chairs to sit on
nothing to hold on to

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Friday, March 27, 2009

The Gypsy Rojo, The Water Well


the sun stroked the village for 3 long weeks barely an animal would graze
the people prayed restlessly when the water well went low
a little girl walked blocks to get her mom water
on the way she tripped and broke her leg
they brought her to the bus door and ran hearing the poor girl screaming
home again no memory no pain the villagers pray

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The Gypsy Rojo, The Black Dog


they say the dog was old and dirty 
they called him el cagra negro (the black burden)
never a flea never a bone 3 legs and a stump 
known to kill rats and strange men
when the wind howls he lays in her bus
licking the salt from the floor

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The Gypsy Rojo, El Noche


gazing thru the 3rd window
glassy eyes never closing
the door never quite shut
in her reflection existing
grasshoppers questioning
languidly dripping droplets 
nocking on the bus door 
days passing over the red roof

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Thursday, March 26, 2009

Gypsy Rojo and the red bus


the bus had 13 windows clear as the white desert 
under each window black flies gather
spinning on one broken wing neither alive nor dead
every Friday she throws salt on the bus floor
sweeping the vacant space 
seats burned long ago

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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Obliquity


light in the sundry of dark
culminating the wishes of society
obliquity of cancer in the mouth of minstrels
rising from the water of a book

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Saturday, March 21, 2009

Dominoes


Formulations of blame 
the dime has dropped
the man has spit 
blood from the stomach
crunching status like dominoes

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Friday, March 20, 2009

Shards


Death like the beautiful abyss that is love. When I kiss your hand and you smile. Simple tricks turn into magic. Returning shards to G'D. The ocean swallowing the black charcoal left behind. Love that is nothing but the waking of a dream.

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The Kiss


My love for you is like a forest 
let me take you for a walk
close your eyes for one second
breathe in the smells 
come and feel the tree and taste the bark
notice the stream of light leading to your desires
lay down and feel the energy flow
now close your eyes as I kiss your lips

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Thursday, March 19, 2009

Hod


inner anger pouring out at the word patience
divine rights blundered by globs of fat 
pleasured by the comfort of the nocturnal state
inner peace off balance set aside by greed
hasty decisions easiest keeping the body weighed down
unable to float up like in a dream or rise above beauty

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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Idiosyncratic Behavior


seemingly innocent smiles
blinking peculiar signals
monitoring age 
idiosyncratic behaviors
conducting momentum 
emanating symphonies 

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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The Snake


sipping the poison 
off the tingling tongue
the heavy weight lifted
the vivid colors tasted 
moaning intrinsic state
the snake in reposed
moulting human skins

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Sunday, March 15, 2009

Alive


The tree whispers brrr
One hair on the root awoke
How comfy the moss feels
Alive and wet

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Saturday, March 14, 2009

The Box


corners of the box worn thin
ethnicity and culture categorized
the middle of the box neutral
waiting for the flaps to be open

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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Sync


winding down the cold body shivers
skin itches from separation
alive in the bright florescent light
in sync with the body that was left 
and the time that was added 
to the tiniest tick of the mothers clock

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Toothy smile


Toothy smile for a dime in a bucket
lending sarcasm to a fluke and a whim
cornered in by bondage and sheer will
crisp paper stacked high up on the desk
countering the music with pattern moves
to many teeth not enough bucket 

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Monday, March 09, 2009

Wonder Woman


Assorted junk treasured
childhood with a blanket
in wonder woman panties
open and imaginative 
washing off clean 
in the land of Mr. Bubbles

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Sunday, March 08, 2009

Temple


unleash the falsified calcium deposits
contend with integrity of the light
burn oils of the temple to heaven 
golems offer false respect
pray for forgiveness and offer truth

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Impervious


Punching society
impervious fists
disintegration 
flesh to sub particles
anonymous to time 

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Saturday, March 07, 2009

Sponge


born sponge soaking up inequities
conjuring up premonitions  
interpreting playing cards 
the face cards are easiest
two sides of the same
eyes small but luminous
portraying their symbols
numbers are veiling
focus being in variables
the cards the instrument
eliminating waste 
flowing through the sponge

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Thursday, March 05, 2009

Reintegration


fingers dry shaking and unsteady
cold hard antonyms play out
shaking off queries of significance
in the time when the lion watches 
waiting once again for reintegration

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Wednesday, March 04, 2009

habituations


sweetness of intention 
rolled on the pituitary
intrinsic in youth 
solid in stupidity
grasping ice cubes 
euphoric examination
captioning habituations

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Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Dried Ketchup


Dried ketchup leftovers from the plate
hurt the most rinsing down the sink
heartfelt pictures of a woman in  a bowl
somber flakes peel from her lips
crafted by the nerves that were tweaked 
hobbling from the dishes left in the sink

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Monday, March 02, 2009

Sputtering


Sputtering for breath helpless
the toy once chewy and pleasurable
mothers hands sworn to soothe 
unable to clear the throat 
miraculous moments of 
mother and child determined
give way to life once again
lives intertwined in labor

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Sunday, March 01, 2009

Traumatized


Trust traumatized 
strangling my eyes
reminding the tasteless 
circumstances of life
Being the kid without a tricycle
waiting in line in a clown suite
nose smudged in by the fingers 
of an angry boy or just helpless
to turn into the man strangulated 
suffocating the lives of children

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