Monthly Archives: March 2010

I just eye-witnessed a funeral marchjump out of stale air to deaden the spacebetween the cosmic and the whispers, archin its own fogginess like liquid lace:One spirit said to me, “Take this damn key; I can’t bear to open what I can’t see.”One kind… Continue reading →

There is so much energy in the crutchbetween util- and futil-ity whenhope dissipates into look-but-don’t-touchshowiness for the sake of attention:Tragicomic, really, in our modern sense of the term, which has very littleto do with kings and queens… Continue reading →

Taquería La Cumbre – What a name!I respect that you take your craft to heightsunknown by the steady palettes that aimto put and pay a price on heaven’s nights:Steadiness in the eye like off TV’s, looseness in the hand like a marble jointbetween ti… Continue reading →

Train back to trained hands on deck and on course. Refrain from biting the tongue and not pen.Constant heart beating for better or worse,times these rhymes within their metered oven:You can smell the future words cooking up while the water in the … Continue reading →

Lucid is an interesting word to use;it often describes clarity, not light,as if these things are equally diffusein this space touched in the front of my sight:But light is heavy with insight sometimes, and I’m feeling lucid on that level,like word… Continue reading →

I aim to be quiet, quick like live flame,for a quiet mind is the quickest mind -not quiet in a sense of voiceless shame,nor quick in terms of the speed of the grind:No, I mean quiet and quick as live flame, (controlled on a wick) that flashes, flu… Continue reading →

Looking like a stained glass reverie tree. Tasting like congealed suet and sugar.Flailing like a lukewarm morning breeze, freefrom hating life because I mistook her:All of that. I embody today, plusthe vacant seats of languid onlookers, whom I’ve … Continue reading →

I’m closing in on an open verger;I can already taste the fruit on trees,can hear the birds sing amidst the verduredo-re-mis floating in the gentle breeze:I must stay awhile here if I’m to write the epic of my blood, the manifestmovements of my peo… Continue reading →

Just as catastrophe incarnateI tremble, throbbing and boiling inside,with flesh so putrid I have to scorn it,and a fallow vision to redivide:I’d take water and air over flame, earth; I’d take blue or grey over the blue tip,since the gamut is every… Continue reading →

I am the monstrous villain of the sea,and I sing to myself so happily;I sing across the trade winds crypticallyin hope that ancient seafarers hear me:From the Ivory Coast to the Petén, I recite from my entrails into waves,chant from the dreamseat … Continue reading →