THE SUN IS MINE |
I finally see itQuezacoatl has my heartmy art is breathing through yousweating life onto stoneon a clear daythe sun claims metomorrow it rainsbut it too shall passshine on!
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 12:36:00 GMT |
The Pussy Inspector |
bend over & spread open your legsI am the spectator become inspector of crevices & cracksno bush is too muchno lips are too smallno sore is hidden, for my yoghurt fingers can sooth any infectionupon m...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 20:38:00 GMT |
for those |
for those who never read, this is for you,for those you will never know what I wrote, this is for youfor those who hurt, laugh, cry, love, oh love, the word is justwhat it is, a slippery dirty wordtim...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 22:24:00 GMT |
wide death |
to reveal a secret or twoto explain a process of immunizationto disregard racismto acknowledge true nonsensethe essence is only brought forefrontbefore our eyesbetween my lips & yoursto stand against ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 21:44:00 GMT |
I saw my old lover (sans Paul Simon) |
I saw my old lover lover today,driving wild in the rain,her blonde hair painted fall,smoking a cigarette she paid pennies for,but let ash fall over her antique sports car,she was laughing at the way i...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 02:35:00 GMT |
Religious Experience |
the rains fell softly on the canoes slightly flooding,a canvas with ecstatic colors painted so carefully,lightning strikes a telephone pole so suddenly,the box of circuits blows up with no fear,strain...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 01:27:00 GMT |
for you |
Writing pomes for centuriesto get you to love meI was put here to love you, no matter what you say,those nights, when you were running with wits and nitson end, I thought of you and wished you would s...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 01:18:00 GMT |
pome |
and your beautiful face, so far for me to taste,I think of all the trash I've seen in my past,what has it brought, what was it that I sought?I was lonely & I was lost; I didn't care about the cost.I l...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 00:57:00 GMT |
sweating a roomful of fools |
bullets racing through my eyeballs,voices going through concrete walls,angels dancing on paved streets,black boy rapping on wicked beats,listing ailments in slippery oilments,giving one many complimen...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 21:35:00 GMT |
what did you have to do to prove you were an adult? |
was it a gun, in the barrio running with your head freshly cut & your colors flowing in the easy breezewas it a click, beating down your homies to prove to everyone ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 20:03:00 GMT |
