Author Archives: urbansonnets

There are cars in the distance that sound like waves, and they fill the air with emotionwhile the humidifier breams and likethe seas, imbues the time with due motion:Which is to say: I make the most of this ambiance, hearing and feeling despitethe… Continue reading →

Are early mornings better than late ones?On the one hand, one can hear the silencebreak into a hundred miniature suns and then fuse with the one that climbs the fence:Between time and divine there is a clear,and the light would seem to inhabit it … Continue reading →

The wind moves the trees like a pencil boxsways in the hand of a child as she wavesgoodbye to her father – school bells and clocksring and tock, tick and toll, and his soul caves:Why? He won’t be seeing her no time soon – That is what the law said… Continue reading →

I felt the venom of the world last nightin my veins as I fled from the rainstorm,dripping from the skies with venomous might,as the waves swelled forth in a deadly swarm:The dark tropics were at home in the haze, and I felt lovely in the humid air… Continue reading →

Poor Mulatta, you have my sympathy,your undulous hair swaying as you walk,your corn colored sheen and the memoryof freedom and music, of double-talk:Are you two-faced, Mulatta? Or soul-split? Either way, you dug the music I spit,but you hate your … Continue reading →

There is a place for love in the languageyou choose to use, my most poetic friend;if you open your heart against fear, rage,you will find that good port when all times end:I say “all” because time is most certain as it doubles and trines, kind of … Continue reading →

Cursed by ingratitude to foreverrepeat a day and a night where seasonshinge on decisions, faith and endeavor,you find your eyelids heavy with reasonsfor your losses, your slowness, your failure to cope with the movements of the timelineimposed on … Continue reading →

I like the light here, both subtle and bright,making each instant a whole world itself -I am the king and quean by divine right -I am my own dream – Ghibelline and Guelph: Meaning lycanthropy, the Loup-garouof my own conscious conscience – and eff… Continue reading →

Sing along to the following blues song:There’s a golden perch where a blue bird sits /and the roof of trees, it just sways along /There’s a golden perch where a blue bird sits / and the roof of trees pierced by lunar light /But, baby, by the time … Continue reading →

I prefigure in space and time as breath,as insufflation, if you oblige methe internalization of the depthof meanings stitched by the difference set free:From the present in that time’s like a flow in a space sort of like a rap cipher -An undulatin… Continue reading →