Thursday, July 25, 2013
Mundo y Corazón
An ear full of romance language
And once forgotten bands
Singing songs from a brighter time
Somewhere back there in the sands
Sitting on a waiting train
Already missing what I left
Mis amigos especial y loco
Cerveza makes me bereft
There is no true translation
Of what transpires in these hours
Time steals away with every chance
Of exerting any power
The night is full of flowers
Unfolding each when its stars align
With every moment precious
Who has the need for rhyme?
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Gen X marks the spot
Having lived a life nearly bereft of punctuation save for
commas and occasional ellipses the impending semicolon looming darkly on the near
horizon is terrifying to the point of paralysis.
Thursday, July 04, 2013
Boy Racer
Was I so transparent?
Was my love for you so glaring?
Your reflection of it so bright,
Like moonlight on the hood of a Jaguar
Straining for a midnight drive?
Some part of what we won’t admit,
At least unto each other,
Has escaped us into the common discourse.
They’re talking,
But then they always talk.
I have no delusions as to where the road leads,
But I still dream of your growling engine,
The wind in my hair
And the feel of the stick in my hand.
