Hilltop Wanderers

Summer’s entanglement

Pouring over those fuchsia skies

Like astral beings

Wandering the hilltops

She unfolds her legs and howls

Longing for lost things in the daybreak

Of youth

Slivers of ancient golden suns

Circle the galaxy

Like cool waters and praying Buddhas

Searching deep inside

Far into the distance of the heart

Oceans of golden light

Chasing horses from the coastline

Of our yesterday

I’ll be sure to mention you

As the tide recedes into the womb of the moon

I run with wolves

Seeking shade from the loneliness

In an alcove of solitude

Steeped in memories she calls

I pray for your love to return to me

Only to think I may not pray for such things

Nostalgia is like a friend

Who doesn’t talk to you anymore

Seducing you from the present

Memories are delicate creatures

One must let go of the past in order to continue



Butterflies in Bloom Tell me in your Room

My body said:

Blue epiphany

And a coiled storm

Fled to the nightfall

All worked up about our meeting

Purring on a shelf

And a child fence for her dog

Washing down her spine onto her thighs

Each finger a labyrinth of feeling

Every nuance a library of erotic words

Glued to your television until my hands are down her thighs

I turn my eyes down

Where your fingers elongate over mine

The thought of you heats my skin many days over

Your cat talks to me while I go down your shirt

And your basement apartment follows me home

Driving blindly by nightfall

I don’t want to complicate our causal love

With words like promises

Wires Through Dreams

wires through birds
lower sanctum/ shape shifter
polarized dead weight
treason’s rich gleam
parting ways/ the in between
feelers hard/ suicide’s alarms
lightning skyline fractures
vast wastelands for eons
“I’m on your side”,
blew a quasar into my mind’s ear
I rolled a cigarette or two
driving blind
a dreamless sleep

Magia En La Noche Breve

Cadera como espejo
dedos como teclas
Y me perdi contigo en el encontrado
Esa puerta lijera
en la noche Breve

La madrugada entre la luz
De tu suenos
Pero nunca breve la magia
Que abre tus oyos al secreto del

Como Un libro que te conoces

Con oyos de canela
Magia sin Origen
el hueco Del conejo blanco

Sahara Crescent

Forget me by the tissue
Clinging by the marrow
Shorn all in the bathroom
Cutting board eyes

Sleeping by the blanket
Cross between my nails
Divots on the railing
Ebbing on the window

Reefs contingent meadow
Shoreline fractures
Dream strewn hair
Sparse inklings of magic

Wading Skinny

Intonations of fervor
Riled and cut
Wading skinny
Shimmering legs tamed and cooled

And brambles grew over the silver
As layered peels of birth became
Immaculate rustic chants

It sank within
Whispers of rivers