DREAMING


Your touch
Ignites my night
With dreams

Your dreams
Clutch my jugular
With force

You kick
Like a soccer player
Mad with a soothsayer

And I say to you
Easy baby
This is only the beginning

Go easy honey
And you’ll have all my loving

pneumatóforo


reconozco los caminos accidentados
los conozco como la palma de mi mano

como cada cicatriz
donde estallaron las bombas
de los anhelos
las fantasías administradas
por visiones y televisiones

camino la devastación de sueños truncados
de bicicletas descompuestas
entre un viento que empuja polvo metálico

en todo esto se esconde la esperanza
y me siento acosado

dicha clandestina que viene hacia mí
como una locomotora
cargada con hechizos

BREATHING SILVIA


Music in images
Images in sounds

The sun goes
Into the water
As I enter you

Half the ball of fire
Is in the Pacific
I taste a fraction of your love

We dance in your DNA
Your eyes play the soundtrack

Your body entices sleeping
The rhythm of your hair
Your lips hidden in my neck
Your touch is forever

FORWARD


The recuperation
Is advancing slowly
Each mount of sand
Every meter of soil
All the groups of grass

Leaves dried up
By the will of men
The will of children
Disguised as adults
Camouflage of circumstance

It is hello and goodbye
At the same time
It is a birth and a funeral
Another setting of the sun

ON TIME


Coming down a big bird
From a red stained sky
Can tell you how much is the cost

Of health
Of your diminishing seconds
Of the number of drops that rundown your forehead
Of foolishness turned commodity

Offerings of a dying world
Touching the pavement
Road rash in your retina
Showers in the corners of your wealth

Imprisonment of your desire
Machinegun smile working the
Freedom of the little planet
Freddy is no longer a showman

Use dental floss on your brains
Or they will end up
At your local taco shop
Always with plenty of salt & salsa

If you want to learn
A new language
It will happen when you get home
You don’t have to go to it
It will come to you
Never late
Always early

LESION


I woke up
With my right arm
Out of service
I looked
In the mirror
To see if
The right side of my face
Was crooked
But everything seem
Normal
In its place
But my wrist
Felt like a dead ghost

Panic was averted
When I remembered
I can write
Or type
With my left fingers
Working with my left hand
Comes natural
I noticed I can love from the left
It is the same
It is just different
It is like shooting with
The other hand
The target is the same

But it looks and feel distinct
Aged and polished
Exotic and
Otherworldly

elefantofilia


regreso lo más pronto posible
no creo que me demore mucho
pienso que esto será cuestión
de sólo unos momentos

sólo unos momentos
¿sólo unos momentos?
¡sólo unos momentos!

espero que estas palabras sí lleguen
a su merecido destino
¡su merecido destino!

una pluma se puede usar para escribir poesía
y la poesía se puede usar para muchísimas cosas
para muchísimos proyectos
ondulados como la marea
como las caprichosas olas del pacífico

una pluma se puede usar para escribir poesía
la caza es sólo un esfuerzo más
¡una pluma se puede usar para escribir poesía!

déjame escribirte poemas de amor
déjame saber que estás bien
meciendo todo esto

un punto y no final
un punto y finito
un punto infinito

SUNRISE


The door is almost destroyed
And the door handle is cold

Better frigidity
Than the branding of your hand

Than smelling
Burnt red meat
As the incense
Of prosperity

And the horse’s melodies
Conjure secrets words

Dreams of hay and dust
High tuning at sunrise
With the anointing
Of caffeine

ATTEMPT


Almost a wedge formation
But be careful
with your fingers

They could
Get caught

Almost a reflection
The crystals convey
20 different possibilities

A modern way
To read the future

To tweak your
Motor skills

To think of winter
As a national sport

THE ROOSTER CROWS


Early in the morning
As I urinated

I looked above
at the moon

And it was
Raining on the ocean

With its pearly
White flashing light

Adorning darkness
Making of the water a signal device

I walked through the dawn
And found my bed

I sat down
And played guitar

CANDLE


The candle
Is under my hand

It feels good
On my skin

It soothes
My index finger

That pointing instrument
That extremity becomes
A dog

A pointer
That writes poems
With its tongue

A professional taster
A whimsical sampler

Floating up
Floating down
With the Pacific

The winter’s sun
Is as beautiful
As the blood
That it smears
On the clouds

Evidence
Of a day’s work
Proof of my love
Piercing the sky

VOYEOUR


The domino effect of your mind
Of your spirit
Of your soul

A wish of life
That effort
At an extra cost

Fortune & love
Seemed like the same thing to you

You poor fuck…

Sugarcane of the night
You are pierced
With diabetes

Taste your afternoon
Taste your sponge
With vinegar

Taste your water
With hormones
Taste the pharmacy
In the rim of your cup

See your face change

Sing “changes”
With David Bowie

You’ll get closer
Like you wanted to be
Like a nomad in the mirror

WHO IT WILL BE


Outside
In the night
On the vastness of the sky
The four stars
Form a boxing ring

I know who the winner is
Who it was
Who it will be again

I breathe
Winter in
Exhale it
Like cigarette smoke

I know who is triumphant
I know who it was
Who it will be again

HOPE


Desperation makes the rhythm
Of death a constant drumming

The beat on life
A funky dance
Swimming in music
Is how the tune goes

Walking on the water of your madness
Fishing the debris in your drink
A whirlpool on the rocks

Even your language becomes beautiful
When you are dying

New names are given
With such a baptism
New hopes of reaching the free world

la cama mexicana

es un lugar donde se esconden

las palabras que se cruzaron

las que se tropezaron

en los accidentes de la intención

las risas ocasionadas

por una comedia secreta

las decisiones

de origen clandestino

los pensamientos fracturados

una maquina descompuesta

que produce resultados profesionales

consecuencias ejecutivas

que viven en el rechinar

de la madera de tu casa

duermes en un 3

y que bueno que no es un 4

duermes con la seducción

del árbol del mundo

nunca he dormido en el 1

me parece incómodo

y muy peligroso

duermes con el encanto

del cuchillo del cazador

duermes con el lobo desangrado

y su lengua cortada

tejido lacerado

que tiñe la nieve de rojo

duermes en la homeostasis

de tu deseo

en el sepulcro de tu astucia

duermes en esta cama

en este árbol rotundo

WATER


Are you going to write about rain?
A question like any other -I thought

I decided to write about rain
But the idea of water
Is the same
As the beginning

And the rain
Brings down water
Like the substance
That surrounds
The roundness of the world

Water is my love
Water is my life
Water is my death
My way to God

Water is your mouth
Water is your lips
Water is your love
That's what I thought

MUSICAL KNOWLEDGE


The current of words
Clashes with the songs
Of morning mass

I put the book down
Alongside the other papers

They look so good together
As if they were going
To get married

The song of the bird
Can be transmitted
Through the wire
Where he stands

Through the grid of the world
Transportation of sound
Musical knowledge

With a feeling
That can only be imported
Through your eyes

CLEANING


“He used to live
And played guitar
In a shed
10 years playing the same songs”

Maybe in the same place

I remembered his statement
As I moved
Dusty boxes

Looked at unopened
Bank statements

Studied the twisted wires
Of old cell phones

“6 months later
He was a millionaire”

I remembered his words
As I threw the bank correspondence
Into the garbage

He didn’t say
He blew his brains out
With a shotgun
But both of us knew it

I thought of that
When I saw my old canteen
On the dusty floor

I put the waste
In the green garbage can
Then I went inside
To eat some bread

IT’S JUST LIFE


Life is the danger of music
The headache of dissonant chords
The unnoticed torture of the eye

The rapid transaction of your response
The contemplation of your demise
The pondering of your laughter
The echo of my smile

My teeth sinking on the food between my lips

Life is the pursuit of a mirage
The deciphering of need
The seduction of necessity

Life is
Your nervous presence on my counter
Your mischievous grin
Your hand reaching for a business card

You walking out the door
Me looking at your back

Life is being nice to your enemies before they die
Shaking hands
Shaking extremities at the same time

Sobbing when they cross the Rubicon
Taking a deep breath and marching onward

Life is being homeless and in darkness
Fed and in opulence
Talking and being kind to complete strangers

While reading their thoughts and intentions
While pretending not to notice
They are far-far-far away

PERSECUTOR


I am a persecutor
A persecutor in stride
fast forwarding
Your disappearing ambushes

I am a persecutor
Your wrath
I can convert
In energy

I am persecutor
Of nightmares
Of your dreams
And wishes

I am persecutor
Of whatever I want to persecute
I like precutting nothing at all
That’s what I like best!

I am persecutor
Of stories
Of love poems
Of life
Of happiness

I am persecutor of this
I am a persecutor of that
I am persecutor of you
Even if you think
You don’t exist