A scratchy, raw
smoldering female voice
drawls
to a haunting
classic
american
standard
– these foolish things,
remind me of …

fleeting thoughts
of scintillating
silver summer days,
slipping
into crisp, then
biting nocturnal inertia
a morning chill
numbs blue bones
memories
of anesthetized
parisian hearts,
– familiar
dulled
resentments,
an ancient
perishing echo
of love’s
extincted melody

Porcachingao-
chian’putesqu’azzo-
mierdamiseria!

evaporating glimpses
of exanamite
smokey images
ebb & flow
pawing
at gnawing senses
of winter’s promised pull
toward
long & dark 12-week nights
of crystallized
frozen oblivion
– its callously
crushing cumbrance
never nearly
quite
as nullifying
as nurtured

Whenever
inextinguishable
yearning
of any inclination
foists fear
into the untamed
mutinous mind,
the heart suffers &
the body heaves,
in a symptosymphonic
feast
of joyless fervor

I simply accepted
myself
and it,
EXACTLY
as we showed up

People speak
to one another
In the most violent and
harshest of ways
Often hiding their guilt
in humor
Preferring to stand
correct
to corrected
On any
and all offense
Being right
and having monopoly
on truths
unknowable to most
Being in control
at all given times
To appear
as
invincibility’s
invulnerable foe
In order
to save face
from the mightily feared
but feeble
fictitious
threatening throngs
Life as a prison yard gangster
Harshly said
is harshly done

On any given day
I live

In varying degrees

Of
blinding
deafening
& exquisitely
blissful
denial

Denial

Of
how much money
I have spent

Of
how many
mega & giga bytes
I’ve used
on my incomprehensible
international
data
& calling plans

Of
how much sugar
I have eaten

Of
how much alcohol
I’ve drunk

Of
how disappointing
are the limitations
of love
& of friendship

Of
how numbingly
single
I’ve become

There’s a certain
palpable
joyous solace

In
Living
In

Such heightened states of

Delicious
Exquisitely
Absurd
Denial

noche estrellada
me quedo
solo
en este lugar

soñando

suspendido

conjurando
el amado
hasta ya
desconocido
espíritu dulce
varonil

pestañas largas
rizadas, negras
ojos oscuros tanto,
como el instante
poco antes
del amanecer

piel dorada
de brazos, manos fuertes
suaves, brillantes
llenos de una sensualidad
a estallar
labios tiernos
hambrientos
listos
a agotar
húmedos alientos
cálidos de pasión

desde dos pechos
desnudos
retorcidos por deseo
se oy’ el ritmo puntuado
golpeando
musical
latidos caóticos
de corazones
añorando
toda
posibilidad

yo te busco
amado mío
en el crepúsculo
matinal
hasta ya
desconocido
espíritu dulce
varonil

the wafting familiar delicious of
baking
bitter-sweet, spicy
hot
apple pie
its bubbling
sugary cinnamon ambrosial whisper
seduces
quivering nostrils
with promises of savory success
drawing
wearily closer
to the longed-for
idyllic destination
momentum’s stride
gaining pace

impetuous
unsolicited
seditious second thoughts!
burst upon the wisdom
of such driven
fugacious
focus
the squeezing
weight of doubt
delivers life
to the buyer’s remorse of achievement
scintillating hubris
collapses
to a halt
once blinding passion
for this punctuated pursuit
now overshadowed
by fear of error…

mustering motivation
repelling
equivocation
rekindling
intention’s flame
I move
stealth-fully
toward the gold
like Scheherazade’s
one thousand
and one tales
The King
stays the execution
sparing the life
of a yet, another dream
for one more
setting sun

High-pitched
xylophonic
zing
Core-throbbing
booming
bong

Ear-piercing
thunderous
vroom
Slam-banging
percussive
pop

Slide whistle’s
slippery pitch
Dizzying
digits
aligning cymbals
jackpot: I’m rich!

Head whirling
a dervish’s
swoop
Mind’s wily eye
a buzzing
kazoo

Swirling funnel
of blinding snow
incapable of fixating
on familiar ground,
Just enough
to slow…
all that clamor!
down

Gobbled
by thanksgiving
Vanquished
by time…too little
while options
abound

Flummoxed
by fogginess
while christmas draws near
a good month
to endure
till happy new year

Life
suspended
in a Monet masterpiece,
at nose-length,
focus fuddled
perspective lost

Blurred…
by electrifying a
sparkling surge of
yuletide
chaos