a twisted twig i
am not worthy of your cross
Rabbi gather me
Haiku
meu destino final
at last arrival
after having traveled far
the mists welcome me
goddess to the Lord
silent trees in your palace
Earth’s road guides me in
by standing still my
soul witnessed the majesty
grace that lights His cloak
float i do down the
path to see my loves again
the human gauze falls
at long last from my
eyes that i may see my truth
and pain disappears
body parts
for Vicente
I
crows gather to drink
water from the dirty street
i sit in waiting
II
footsteps upon the
main entrance of the lonely
church tread on holy
III
visions in my head
i see the cock will crow once
more and they will come
IV
to find us where we
are gathered in the sacred
house and take us with
V
their dirty decrees
it happened in the east first
it’s in the west now
sonata for Tom Waits
no breeze only lights
blinking to a sad tempo
heads bowed its morning
silent warm sun up
notes are sober something’s up
maturity creeps
dawn’s hour moon comes
wisdom tied us together
passion made us one
for a wild Irish boy
tempest in your name
wild love ripples through my soul
tease me rowdy wind
zenith
chaos in our blood
sunrise joins our hungry mouths
zen entwines our flesh
stolen nectar
you blue humming bird
i orange blossom opened
satisfied you go
the meaning of us
slow frail time nears us
old i as you are parting
new i takes over
terminal lucidity
she lays down often
now that summer is hotter
her dewy jade eyes
are fading faster
into a darkness behold
Mother’s heart beats less
her skin now scented
of decay and loneliness
she saw her future
words less spoken 