Crickets |
Crickets sing jazz solemnly
in the backyard of my infirmary
picadilly candles hung on their antenaes
honeymoon of silence i bring inside the footseps of my ceiling
tears clung on my bloodsho...
Posted by MEZÇLÃO on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 09:16:00 PST |
Dia de Independencia |
The Equator chose me
while Mariachi responds at the circus
a sea of bald head and curly locks
my self fell down
climbing a barbed wire fence filled
with discoloration
where homeless snails
hov...
Posted by MEZÇLÃO on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 06:51:00 PST |
Eat This Poem! |
Eat This Poem!
I am writing long lines just to please you. Really, I can write anything and it would be fine. But it seems to me, that the way to your poetic heart is through graces of sure-fire imag...
Posted by MEZÇLÃO on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 11:01:00 PST |
saint frank |
saint frank
lakshmi and saraswati rarely appear in the same paintings. for whatever reason there is some feud between them. over a man? over rivalry? i'm not sure exactly but the two hind...
Posted by MEZÇLÃO on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 10:59:00 PST |
tick tick boom |
there is a tick tick
running through my veins
an intergalactic implosion
no mama sota can explain
no matter where these feet tread
and whatever the burning bush says
each momentary thoughts
exploding...
Posted by MEZÇLÃO on Tue, 25 Jul 2006 10:00:00 PST |
