Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

The water roars over the swimmer’s earslike electric aircraft, like cars on streetsthat pass by open windows, bypass fearsand arrive at home as Time repeats:The waves are a maze, an endless ripple, a faceless dream that replaces hard truthson the … Continue reading →

I never understood celebratingafter funerals; I take death badly.I’ve been criticized for isolatingafter loved ones pass, for mourning sadly:I guess what depresses is the total lack of control over bringing them back,though in many ways, for good … Continue reading →

The flowers poke through despite the climateof watery coldness mixed with humidair that makes a body want to time it,that is, the time it takes to turn tumid:A sadness lingers over siren sounds, as emotions swell with water and fear;a new era is u… Continue reading →

I’m like the dog in Duck Hunt: impish smile,brown skin, white teeth, and you just can’t shoot me!No matter how close you put the gun, I’lljust keep laughing until you reboot me: That is, the dog becomes the game, is it;the beagle’s bugle is our in… Continue reading →

I just learned a brand-new language called thoughtin which words stay stuck in the head untilyou know that no one is around to rotyour word’s meanings with their issues, mental:The definition of language is like a vase of flowers, or some fresh co… Continue reading →

Though I am a sinner and a liarand am evil all across and over,I’ll play decent if the highest buyerstuffs my closet with a four-leaf clover:I shoot down sparrows with my black eyelids, I eat hawks with my saucer-eyed cunning,and I’ll dance with t… Continue reading →

With eyes that always see, the true winneremerges unblind, unbounded by lossbecause the truth is thicker and thinner(simultaneously) than the lies we toss:Most fundamentally, there are two truths -the inner and outer, which ensure us of some kind … Continue reading →

You go from Beatrice to Bertran Bornto Virgil in a candlelit instant;A flick to the left, and I start to mournthe death of an ideal, now so distant:A leap to the right, and the flames tell me that you gave into malicious counsel,cutting your head … Continue reading →

Dante makes a poignant point (pardon methe etymological redundance)about Virgil that describes artfully,I believe, the nature of our romance:Facesti come quei che va di notte, che porta il lume dietro e sé non giovama dopo sé fa le persone dotte -… Continue reading →

I used to watch Thalía’s novelawhen I was younger, and I loved the song!We met again in an elevator – info exchanged – we really got along!In tribute, you entered my address bookunder the name of that marvelous theme!Well, to be true, the whole na… Continue reading →