22.2.10
Shrine
This used to be in my beautiful, old room.
I miss it so much.
Contents:
Shiva
Buddha
Guadalupe
Divino Niño
Kamehameha
Maneki Neko
dragon
incense
candles + wax
dried white roses
Chinese coin
Sunset Abstraction
21.2.10
15.2.10
red sea
I poked you
but you stayed dead
like sleepy heads
through alarm clock rings
and the rings around
my fingers said
Cuz, I'm always
gonna be here
a hate note
ripped to shreds
because
I can't
morally hate you
More over
I can
amorally love you
from the waking
to the quaking
of RPM's and
the final vows
of bone flesh
to concrete wed
where the wake
cast the casket
as the marriage bed
to the grave
where it was
consummated
And the masses
of holy
blood tears
were bled and
spread
like the red sea
except there's
no miracle
in our parting.
It's only
a cruel goodbye.
14.2.10
The Sun In Spain and Birds
you were in and out of
intricate perceptions
winding thread veins
round and round my branches
to tie me in
tie me into perfect knots
sequestered
and plotted
in the backyards of strangers
did you have to
steal my fruits
then smash their
seed pulp
red and juicy
dripping down my face
like the blood brothers
of saliva and bile
and bodily norms
hinted that under
the bark
i was human
somewhere
entre
la rugosidad
y la muerte rubi
de granada
all over
I could feel the burn
of unfiltered Spanish sunshine
with the winter onslaught
from somewhere too far
they came
birds
blue and green
to whisper secrets
with the patterns
of their wings
they told me
you did what you were told
and were virgin to
the heart of consequence
so in the final days
of harvest rays this year
there is no rot
and no blood
in the lot like cares
I bear
intricate perceptions
winding thread veins
round and round my branches
to tie me in
tie me into perfect knots
sequestered
and plotted
in the backyards of strangers
did you have to
steal my fruits
then smash their
seed pulp
red and juicy
dripping down my face
like the blood brothers
of saliva and bile
and bodily norms
hinted that under
the bark
i was human
somewhere
entre
la rugosidad
y la muerte rubi
de granada
all over
I could feel the burn
of unfiltered Spanish sunshine
with the winter onslaught
from somewhere too far
they came
birds
blue and green
to whisper secrets
with the patterns
of their wings
they told me
you did what you were told
and were virgin to
the heart of consequence
so in the final days
of harvest rays this year
there is no rot
and no blood
in the lot like cares
I bear
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