Los Angeles Calls and Drawls Back (SONNET)

Everyone comes here to escape- Freedom! Seeking the sun, which stands so low- The thrill of winning a gamble. Reflections of palm trees in a hundred dollar bill.   I think of home, and for this city I bleed I think of home, and I hear these stories told, under low buildings. It gets used-…

A Dubious Decker Letter

    There was a dubious decker letter on my door. It read: let me mend you my friend, meet me in the circus. However, there was no show when I searched your light, but instead, a site of such justified ripping of my joy. The grass below said, run as fast as you can,…

If I Were To Have a Child

Henry Ford Hospital, by: Frida Kahlo, 1932    If I were to have a child, let it be a son, a dog, a blogging crow or a bedside instead. I would not have her be like my grandfather, either way.   I would not have him pretend to be a romantic poet, not even Bysshe…

Mrs. Daisy

  Mrs. Daisy, the screen brings no good ones, a messenger leaving a notebook of sole yearnings,             scraped by thorns of abandonment. Mrs. Daisy, curtains were being pushed opened             towards the dawn of a start- LIES! I didn´t see the sun´s release, shining, Mrs. Daisy, a temporary eclipsing of my undyingly decaying shining.…

A Stone Man

  Never thought I´d slowly grow drained  of seeing the hazy lights of this bright city, after having pondered between two gateways. All this time, I eluded the lamentable passersby, minding to always repel away the plane ticket.   Under the whispering, unmoving silent stars, which twinkled away my adulterous laments, I packed my regretful…

A Dark, Unconscious Inheritance

I lay beneath and within these cold, cold tiles,             (Like this opened heart of mine,             smoldering into age.) wondering how a star, being all things to all,  can weave such dark work inside enclosed constellations.   Under this roughly opened, starry sky,             (enveloped as this abandoned present,             daily keeping us alive,)…

The Mechanical Voice

Hi! You have reached Marriage´s phone. Please leave a message. Might return the call in a year, 5 years ago.   Lovers intertwined pass me by, my mind whirls, I think- Oh, heaven, are you happy now? Love has been such a lie.            A signed paper is a non-living matter, easily torn.         …

Un Estado de Éxtasis

Es un estado de éxtasis inalcanzable Es una taza de una felicidad sacarina Una alucinación nebulosa de la realidad   Un magnifico cuerpo radiante-desorientando, voz desconocida que libra la piel.   Es un nombre embrujado, escrito por la noche Un estado en el que el estupor es felicidad Donde se ignoran amores no correspondidos No…