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
stoic
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 ojos al secreto del
Universo

Como Un libro que te conoces

Con ojos 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
Cross between my nails
Divots on the railing
Ebbing on the window

Shoreline fractures
Dream strewn hair
Sparse inklings of magic.   

Tropical Skeleton Keys

First I cried for us
then I cried for me
Then I cried to fill the river in my dreams

 

Wading Skinny

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

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

It sank within
Whispers of rivers

Spirits Culmination

cut off moon
River knife
Palate burnt
Shifts at night

Spirits stagger
By the wain of the laughter

Seminal eyes
She bladed the sand
From a warmth
Foreign and obscured
Mid drift tongue

Galactic precursor
Like lengths undefined
She rings the loop
astral beads of sweat

Culmination

About The Recent

Galaxy by the bedside
Sugared limbs
Gilded tries
Withered petals on the stove
Crying through the noise
Porous wild hives
Tentacle kissed shakes
Cloves and cigarettes
Rolled tight
Ashtray liner notes
Suicide every night
Neon alarms
Soft angular legs

Changeling’s sensual birthright

Rotunda Climax

Secrets a midst
Tundra within
Scion eyes
Light years from mine
Protruding into the nether region
Of empathetic alcoves
Meandering lost veins

Holed in
Surfacing knives
Buried a bit skyward;
Drowning out the eyes

Oh, those emptied eyes

Warm Do wncast Hurt

in queue
underneath the banister
motion quickens
tearing past the opal
volumes of books roll up her spine
tangled up in those curls
ribbons of ink pressed skin
does she bother?
shaking herself to sleep
with a fear of falling
so deep and ethereal
but semi conscious
a torrent of arrow heads
liquid dew off the ledge
of despair
downcast hurt
lining the bridge of her nape
from hell and high waters
to a fascination of her bookshelf
a quarry of words that became
everything she would need to say
quiet through the noise
pale silk
bruised legs
but no alcohol