Saturday, April 17, 2010


Children play on air
Doing kung fu kicks

Mothers are everywhere
Single mothers
Concerned mothers

Mothers totting children
And defeated husbands

Their faces marked
With the unavoidable
Stain of sadness

The music mixes with chatter
Young fellow laugh at silly jokes
A couple eats heartedly
The both look at me and smile

Friday, April 16, 2010


On the side of the road
There’s an animal
In a state of
Rigor Mortis

It’s knocked to its side
It looks like a statue
Furry fellow

Natural taxidermy
Its coat
Is not discomposed

I want to stop by it
And place it
On its 4 legs
For all to see

Thursday, April 15, 2010


Eating pasta
Is better
With red wine

The red
Stimulates the appetite

The sauce
The tomatoes

A dish stained with red
Red everywhere

On the lips
On the tongue
On the white shirt

Intestines painted red
Organic work for art

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


It always rains in an island
24 hours a day
Every day of the year

It is like having
You head inside water
And your legs
Pointing toward
The heavens permanently

When the water
Comes from above
Then there is
A little bit of sweetness

And not just
The taste
The smell
Of salt
All of the time

Tuesday, April 13, 2010


It rains again
And I know this is love

I go back to sleep
As the vibration on the roof
Massages my soul

I am more comfortable than before
Because I can sleep better
More efficiently

This is medicine that tastes like candy
It has your face & your eyes
Your aftertaste

Drops of DNA
Are on my pillow
Remnants of my dreams

Monday, April 12, 2010


Making love
Is better in Valencia

The atmosphere is proper
Because you don't need
The hindrance of covers

The food has the right ingredients
To celebrate the task of pro—creation

The sea is calm
And there’s no hurry
Just wine & slippery olive oil

The salty taste of love lingers
As it warmly rains outside
And the airplane in the window
Looks like a framed picture

Sunday, April 11, 2010


It was on the last bite
That the piece of beacon
Stopped screaming

The burning dish
The smoked varmint
Were just collateral damage

The flavor was never lost
And the spoils from the air

Like rainfall
Like condiments
On your plate

Synthetic clouds
Counterfeited drops
At the push of button