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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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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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 Circulación 

hop on the little red bus

there are no chairs to sit on

nothing to hold on to

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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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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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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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Dominoes

Formulations of blame 

the dime has dropped

the man has spit 

blood from the stomach

crunching status like dominoes

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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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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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Idiosyncratic Behavior

seemingly innocent smiles

blinking peculiar signals

monitoring age 

idiosyncratic behaviors

conducting momentum 

emanating symphonies 

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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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Alive

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

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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