Poetry Blogs (2015, pride)
If only you saw they loved the smoke.
Know it were the shapes frolicking space
forming air they cheerfully choke on,
take a glass. Scoop it up drink it for them
swallow the haze, spittle on the mirror
mist this muse with thick saliva
so together they can press lips.
in the dusk where ignorance is shade,
the same as she and he did.
Friday 29th May 2020 4:07 pm
move a beat binding
two halves holding
the tailed ricochets
making rhythm this
we could equally,
elope a pre-set,
picking the pace-
a metronome dragging,
the default off-beat,
I steal the second-
with her heart beating-
with my hea...
Tuesday 12th May 2020 3:45 pm
I long for warm hugs on rainy nights
I long for good conversations on sunny days
I long for you in a world that’s tough on us
I long for you in a time that isn’t yet for us
I long for us.
Saturday 18th January 2020 2:30 am
Spic, wetback, beaner,
Border rat, pepper-belly, orange picker,
Names commonplace now
For Latinos and Hispanics,
Used to break,
Used to hurt,
Used to kill,
Ignorance, Malice, Contempt
But most importantly
Fear of what is different,
Fear of what is great,
Fear of what has always been great,
For the sun shone for centuries
Tuesday 3rd April 2018 3:56 am
They rewrote songs on the sceneries of their dreams,
under the same roof, in the same room, but alone.
Living in each other’s isolations,
so tiring, boring, sensual, overwhelming, warm.
In thoughts, several severely intimate moments had passed;
their knotted minds kissed intermittently, not seldom.
He knew he was boundless, liberal, enraged, , jealous, dizzy,
he thought h...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:13 pm
The chemical seas wash you closer
and closer again to me
Those chemical seas ride you closer
and then closer again to me, to me
O, how I’ve held a part of my collective breath
kept a little air inside for your return
part of me; poised patiently
as your waves wash through my closing fingers
O, how I’ve quietly tended a small flame for you
landing lights aglow along this heart's runway
Friday 26th August 2016 11:46 pm
There was a man I knew,
not too close, not too far,
as a child he was there
to tend to my scars.
A man with a past,
of that I had no doubt,
a man, when provoked,
who knew how to shout.
A happy man
with a smile for all,
he'd always be there to
pick me up when I'd fall.
And though never far away,
we were never very close,
a sign of those times...
Sunday 17th May 2015 11:54 pm