Squeeze I was never the morning type nor liked eating breakfast But I always liked walking around in my boxers on saturday mornings feeling the hardwood floor with my barefoot laugh at my hangover feel the heat coming through the window squeeze you oranges and watch you smile at me, still in bed your face … Continue reading Squeeze
Month: October 2016
Mary Oliver – Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?
Familia! I have not been able to talk to you much (I know, I'm giving myself self importance..but whaddaya gonna do.. you gotta pat yourself on the back now and then) - I have been using the juice I have for a poetry projetc and been writing them here.. I'd like to think that you … Continue reading Mary Oliver – Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?
Flight
I am always nervous when I need to ask someone to move out so I can pee. Flight A flight could be your mother holding you after years of solitude. or a heartless job that eats your soul or warm sand that touches your toes or your grandfather's dead body lovers tears and the nostalgia … Continue reading Flight
Frank Ormsby – Moving In
Hundred and Seventy Nine 10.18.16 I often see couples making out in bars or streets when I ride my bike home at nights or read my book at bars, and sometimes it feels like they are making out in a different world in a world that everything has stopped...good for them! Frank Ormsby Moving In … Continue reading Frank Ormsby – Moving In
Escape
Escape It was winter and cold and you never thought I'll write this story, when you ripped your clothes and yelled out of window. We were naked and mad you wanted out your body was damaged and you were hallucinating on dope. Lost Scared In pain and death looked better than anything you had seen. … Continue reading Escape
Relax
Relax Just staying alive is too much This being you is too much your true you your party you Mother you Lover you Father you Friend you Professional you all of these yous too much too much Relax Bad things will happen. That's just life You'll forget to eat the avocado (You'll fall behind your … Continue reading Relax
Tree
Tree Naked. Tall. Raw. Hands reaching to clouds. Head cloudy. Radiant. Rooted. Ancient. Look, a tree is calling my name In this busy city in these dark streets stained with blood loneliness Pills Prostitues Dead drunks in gutters Shit Piss And a Tree is calling my name In this mayhem I go to the … Continue reading Tree
Langston Hughes – Genius Child
Hundred and Seventy eight 10.14.16 You know..can you? ah the feelings! Langston Hughes Genius Child This is a song for the genius child. Sing it softly, for the song is wild. Sing it softly as ever you can - Lest the song get out of hand. Nobody loves a genius child. Can you love an … Continue reading Langston Hughes – Genius Child
Scared
Scared There's a feeling in me a stream running down from my head all the way down to my shoulders, splitting like a delta to chest to my finger tips. My mustache is screaming my eyes are restless, and I think I am scared of something.. it's the Fall death is lurking on street corners, … Continue reading Scared
Mark Strand – Not Dying
Hundred and Seventy seven 10.13.16 After reading about L. Cohen's preparation for death, Bob Dylan being awarded Nobel Prize in Literature, after writing a poem about my mother's worried eyes when I left home, after talking to my sister, there's this nonsense pouring out of my finger... I don't know why : After all those times I've lived … Continue reading Mark Strand – Not Dying