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,)…