tickle me with your
lips supple with lies but sweet
tongue waves through my soul
Month: May 2019
broker
the jasmine breeze floats
through your presence
i see your eyes looking at me
with uncertainty the electricity is dry
the crispness of your laugh pulsates at 3 seconds per beat
both of our demons stay in their corners where the beauty has her throne
our every move from the lightest wink
to the full blown hand holding
in the far away universe of the ozone gray smoke
bitter smell of another neuron dead
we did not love one another
i loved your image
and thinking on it now
you were a lost boy with a pretty smile and power
i knew the how-to’s of the score to the billboard of the hottest games
in town you could only get the tickets
we slept in the bushes of the mansions on the hills
it would be a shame for your grandma to see
me there as time went by and i dropped
out of that game you didn’t look
for me but found another broker
fashionably late
slowly the drizzle fell looking up at the amethyst sky i thought of my mother the swallows on the side of the bridge in their mud nests and the Cap out at the People’s Café upsetting as the day was my pencil’s lead broken a scraped knee and a love affair uncontrolled what my blood stream craved was beyond the reach of angels squinting at the stop signs i charged ahead at medium speed fearing that i had missed “A Summer’s Night Dream” the little puckish girl let me in to the crowd of on lookers and she asked for my ticket but it was Falstaff i was looking for
for Jim Morrison
tall
stoic
silently
looking at me
with tears in their eyes they prayed to my crow
she flew into the clouds to fetch a ray
of old wisdom
the sisters
smiling
at
me
waving
gold spirit
pointing to the
north to stars and wonders ancient mothers
tending to their flock of wild night children
wind through their veins
kisses blown
angels
swoop
down
kiva
thunder roars
inside their wombs
with holy flesh of nations born of fire
and love traveling to the paradise
the mothers are
in the wind
quiet
strong
cigana
for much of my youth i went from one corner of Hollywood to another the moon a constant companion except when she had to escort the beautiful ones in being a juvenile vagabond laid a certain freedom but too much of it lead to complicated cages at 17 with about two packs of everything bad on a daily i flourished in education book and otherwise yet i couldn’t remember much of my childhood it might have been a good thing nevertheless i loved my freedom to drink or stare at antiquities at the museum for hours and hours or maybe sleep in the library and eat onion rings at Astro’s the beach was nice at 1 p.m. on Tuesdays i really loved the hand of the wind on my shoulder and the seagulls chasing me as i threw crumbs of French baguette at them oh how i smiled and laughed
solo ella
me puedes cerrar llenarme de bardas
encarcelar a mis hijos
los trópicos de virtud
me puedes prohibir libertad
robarme el aire
puedes envenenar mis lagos
asesinar mis volcanes
destruir mis montanas
derramar todos mis mares
aprisionar mis nubes y las estrellas también
negarme a los dioses y santos
quemar mis veredas negarme el campo
podrás apagar mi sol y la luna
abortar a mis milagros y todas mis flores
cierta mente puedes herirme y terminar
con mis hijos enyerbar mis ojos
cortar mis venas y explotar mis riquezas
podrás negarme los secretos celestiales
y un simple trago de agua
pero nunca vencerás el amor de una madre
só ela
você pode me fechar me encher de cercas
aprisionar meus filhos
os trópicos da virtude
você pode me banir da liberdade
roubar minha respiração
você pode envenenar meus lagos
mate meus vulcões
destruir minhas montanhas
derrame todos os meus mares
aprisionar minhas nuvens
e as estrelas também
negar-me aos deuses e santos
queima minhas trilhas me negam
o campo você pode desligar meu sol
o lua abortar meus milagres
e todas as minhas flores
certamente você pode me machucar
e terminar com meus filhos
meus olhos cortar minhas veias
e explorar minhas riquezas
você pode me negar os segredos celestiais
e uma simples bebida de água
mas você nunca vai conquistar
o amor de uma mãe
only her
you can close me off with fences
imprison my children
the tropics of virtue
you can ban me from freedom
steal my breath
you can poison my lakes
kill my volcanoes
destroy my mountains
spill all of my seas
imprison my clouds and the stars too
deny me the gods and saints
burn my trails
deny me the field
you can turn off my sun and the moon
abort my miracles and all of my flowers
certainly you can hurt me
and finish off my children
cut my eyes cut my veins and exploit my riches
you can deny me the heavenly secrets
and a simple drink of water
but you will never conquer the love of a mother
two
kiss shining like ice
across my throat you stroke me
nibble at my breast
lick at my deep thoughts
groan together at the moon
anticipation
mounts about our face
devastation came too soon
loneliness smiles wide
apostasia
i love to see Your sunflowers against the purple skyline
Dodger Stadium is to the north and we can hear the tender laughter
then i think of what can happen if You ever got tired of us
the baby cries with hunger and the kings collect their gold
children toil in fields of garbage and the kings collect their gold
women die a thousand deaths of spirit and the soul and yet the kings the
kings collect their gold
the man full of life at dusk while en route to the dawn the poisons of the snakes have found him
i against i
i against Your image which is mine
You watch me eternally as i fight against i
the more i do the more i die the more they’re good the more they cry out for mercy
i’d love to see You in the smile of a baby in the streets of Babylon or at the wedding of a girl truly in love
can You smile at the old woman while the sound of the shot aiming at her
blows out
how about in the fevered cancered mind of the split livered alcoholic at the bottom of Bunker Hill
is there mercy in me knowing all the reasons that You hide
or do my resentments keep growing in my belly like a child
why do i have comfort and others do not
los soles no miran
en tu fiebre duermes cada noche
reina de la orilla del mar
gritas y pateas a tus soldados
cuando te quieren llevar
a tu palacio en los altos de esta cuidad
tus mandos sin fuerza
tus joyas sin brillo
y tus zapatillas de seda
solo son heridas de la vida
Norma del Reino de Guadalajara
que haces en mi ciudad
perdida de noche
invisible en los días
la luna no brilla
los soles no miran
que tuyos serán los cielos
os sóis não vêem
na sua febre você dorme todas as noites
rainha da praia
você grita e chuta seus soldados
quando eles querem te levar
para o seu palácio nas alturas desta cidade
seus controles sem força
suas jóias maçantes
e seus chinelos de seda
eles são apenas feridas da vida
Norma do Reino de Guadalajara
o que você está fazendo na minha cidade
perdida à noite
invisível nos dias
a lua não brilha
os sóis não parecem
que vocês serão os céus
the suns don’t see
in your fever you sleep every night
queen of the seashore
you scream and kick at your soldiers
when they want to take you to your palace
on the heights of this city
your orders without power
your jewels dulled
and your silk slippers
they are only wounds of life
Norma of the Kingdom of Guadalajara
what are you doing in my city
lost at night
invisible during the days
the moon does not shine
the suns do not see
that you will inherit the heavens
Aidan Hallston
Aidan Hallston was a quiet man i noticed him he stood out from the rowdy boisterous crowd my father kept in his garage on Saturday nights the wind and birds at time would say that Aidan had lost his family to the bottle without a ship i spoke to him from a distance and with time that distance began to heal Aidan’s dialect was through ratchets and wrenches and i was an eager student the days went by and i grew bored but Aidan Hallston stayed among the foreignary of LA so far from his own home now that i’m old at night i think what could have happened to him and i smile at his gesture of love when i tried to smoke his Lucky Strikes and he said “they’re no good fer ya’ lass”
words less spoken 