STANDING
The melodies
Are soothing my ears
The voice element
Echoes in the chambers
Of my soul
We like standing here
In timeless pondering
The messages
Filled with centuries
March towards
The encounter of love
Eyes wide open
With the morning’s surprise
The exposure of teeth
Conveys ferocious friendship
God!
How I miss
Tasting your blood
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
BLOCKED
The large Tahoe
Was blocking my driveway
Such a gas guzzler
Impeding the exit
Of us
I walked outside
And considered that machine
That automobile
I even asked
The young couple
A pair students
If they knew who
The owner is
The guy said
I don’t know
The girl said
You should used
Some pipes
And get it out there
We both smiled
I walk back inside
And open the faucet
Waiting for hot water
To come out
Looking at liquid soap
And used sponges
When the hot water steam
Began to fill the kitchen
The SUV drove away
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
descanso
es una senda abrupta
una explosión en la vereda
un camino accidentado
cuando la anciana cayó
el piso se hizo rompecabezas
estalló en mil pedazos
hasta allí
puso dios el límite
donde se parte la arena
donde brinca el agua
donde el tiempo
tiene brazos y pies
y los espejos respiran
aman y sienten
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
GIANT
Seafood is good for the soul
I heard the voice say
Then another voice:
La vida es una apuesta pendiente
She put her hand on her neck
As if she was strangling herself
Or maybe just
Covering a wound
Looking up & down
Towards the sky
Ands towards the ground
And I did the same
But did not noticed
Anything out of the ordinary
The British mothers
Push their babies strollers
A giant walks by
With her two daughters
She’s pleasant to the eye
But she’s giant
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STOREFRONT
I grabbed the movie and walk out the door
I thought it was late
And I drove in the night
And it was dangerous because the windows
Where wet with water that refused to disappeared
And I drove slow
Like when you want to make a good impression
I drove slow
Like when you feel tender & romantic
And it’s something more than sex
I drove slow
Because it was simply better to remain alive
I drove slow
Because sometimes you can’t trust your eyes
I drove slow
Like when you want to love the world
And save up some gasoline
I drove slow
Thinking it was not that slow as I took the corner
I drove slow
Remembering the time I wrecked on ice
I drove slow
And parked inside a stripped mall
I walked away form the car noticing the moisture
That must be corroding the lungs of America
And inside I gave money to the clerk
I gave him a green bill
And he gave me 2 blue bills and some coins back
I drove slow
Because I knew it was more dangerous than ever
I drove slow
Because I wanted to buy that soft drink
I drove slow
Because on the other side of the can soda
I found an Old No 7
I drove slow
For you
Because you got out of you car
And looked at me puzzled
In a business suit
And blue nylons
Your gray automobile
Parked next to mine
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Monday, November 16, 2009
THE RESPECT OF BEAUTY
I see your photograph
And think of the poems
Those poems that lay
Sleeping in your notebook
In your mind
On in the invention
Of your secrets
I think of the challenge
Those words could ignite
In our fast-forward lives
I lay down
I lay low
Enough of steeping on stones
I go down and look
At your picture
One more time
Before starting
The dream machine
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
PANTS & SKIRTS
Pants & skirts
Sometimes go together
Like when it is winter
Up north
Pants & skirts
Sometimes give birth
To comments
Like the remarks
From New York
Pants & skirts
Untwined the memory
Making it travel
20 years to the past
20 years to the future
20 melodies to the heart
Pants & skirts
Protection from the wind
And the stations
From the mind
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