quae nunc, populi mei

where evils and torments hide

in the closet under boxes

inside urns of times forgotten

and disposed of like a bomb

glory be if it comes

by light but the night

is a begger and to hide away

her love she stabs me in my heart

the man will leave and take

away what will save him for

a day without noticing the silence

in the hills

of all the tools that have been

given by the only tree of life

depends on many factors writ in bloods

old at 8

on auxiliary thought
it doesn’t seem
as if life can get
too heavy but
my bones no longer
care to witness
the simple matter
that is before me

time is lost but like
my bones it prefers
to be in limbo and
time, she knows distance
is for my own good

apart from some golden
days and some hours
made of lead i can stand
up and smile at Pluto
my fourth grade friend

on the yard where

riddles stood for rites of passage

routine

your lip moves a little

     eye lids wild   sleep takes you

i imagine i kiss you and i ever so lightly

    touch your arm           hold your calloused hand              your scent invades me     as i yearn to be taken

yet in your waking hours    you revoke permission of my eyes

                   landing on you

i could watch for ever     your gray eyes trap me

      you laugh at me    my smile drops in

as i feign glee outwardly      the flower i brought you

    has wilted away    then i sang you my love   on bloody knee

you stood over me    and shook your head

punkroquera

confieso

que

soy de

corazón salvajemente inquieta

orgullosa de ser quien soy

cuando lagrimas caen de mis ojos son hielo

mi sonrisa parte piedras y mis puñaladas son de amor niña brava voladora

música que grita de mi alma volcán de las diosas manchada en esplendor negro y rojo mil banderas en el cielo

mis botas marchan así al los terrenos desconocidos para conquistar toda la sabiduría humo violento de cien civilizaciones corren en la sangre industrial con guitarras y altavoces ídolos del circulo somos dueños del espacio

mis garras sucias con pecados inocentes mi maquillaje esconde la verdad del sonido eterno rebeldía dulce universo en mi ojo verde

en la ciudad de las estrellas todos brillamos en los cartones y mansiones

mas rápido quiero velocidad arrancar mi peso y volar

con mis pulseras de plástico

tatuajes de acero

labios callados

vida

punkroquera

punkrocker

eu confesso

o que

sou de

coração descontrolado

orgulho de ser quem eu sou

quando as lágrimas caem dos meus olhos são gelo

meu sorriso parte pedras e meus esfaqueamentos são de amor voando menina corajosa

música que grita da minha alma deusas do vulcão manchadas em esplendor negro e bandeiras vermelhas mil no céu

minhas botas marcham assim para as terras desconhecidas para conquistar toda a sabedoria violenta fumaça de cem civilizações corridas no sangue industrial com guitarras e oradores ídolos do círculo nós possuímos o espaço

meus sujos com pecados inocentes minha maquiagem esconde a verdade do eterno som doce universo rebelde em meu olho verde

na cidade das estrelas, todos nós brilhamos nas caixas e mansões

mais rápido eu quero velocidade para puxar meu peso e voar

com minhas pulseiras de plastico

tatuagens de aço

lábios silenciosos

vida

punkrocker

punkrocker

confessing

what

i am a

wildly restless heart

proud to be who i am

when tears fall from my eyes  they are ice

my smile splits stones and my punches are pure love brave flying girl

music that screams from my soul volcano goddesses stained in black and red splendor a thousand flags in the sky

my boots march to unknown lands to conquer all wisdom violent smoke of a hundred civilizations run in the industrial blood with guitars and amplifiers idols of the circle we own the space

my dirty nails with innocent sins my makeup hides the truth of the eternal sound rebellious sweet universe in my green eye

in the city of stars we all shine in the boxes and mansions

faster i want speed to pull my weight and fly

with my plastic bracelets

steel tattoos

silent lips

life

punkrocker

for KC

cracked

brittle

wilted heart

tear stained stars

foot steps quick ahead tonight

path crumbles in the coming of the light

blown kisses of holy waifs of the past who hold the saddened skylines tiny roads turn to the west with hunger

seeking a forgiveness for the crossing into a dimension of dandelions and dragons chasing rainbows in x-ray negative a vision quest of uncertainty where the road breaks into infinity amongst baby green silent hills

in transition there are trenches carved in judgment waiting for the sentence of a higher kind for actions of wasted time

the mile is longer than the wings of messengers as my legs tremble

road of life cobbled in touchstones signaling slowly

daring us to move on

alone all together

once more

whole

paradox

the machine was old and mean pulled back handle bars American Flag distressed were the rides up and down Ventura Boulevard and into the deepness of Sun Valley party time AC/DC now and forever rowdy wives with livers made of steel mechanical ponies the moving parts yelling at the sky laughing liberty cries the dream was fought for no agent here orange or otherwise free baby be free we are your family and bandanas back then hid no bullets implicities and explicities were fought with fist of bone and skin love hard brains last intuition in the middle we are all brothers here vested leather and denim soldiers rock and roll gods women of the temple riding smoking to the ground while the sons of no fortune rode into the sunset of my eyes and your loving arm wrapped around my 3 year old shoulder praying for me

siete

aquí quedo dormida

este cuarto es azul

tus caricias se borran

con los amaneceres

tus labios huyen de mi

crueles clavos duros

las aves son sin alas

las flores ya no brillan

los ojos de ángeles

sus sangres son de plata

mentiras quedan muchas

soy de carne y hueso

tus soles de cenizas

sete

estou dormindo aqui

esta sala é azul

suas carícias são apagadas

com os amanheceres

seus labios fogem de mim

unhas duras e cruéis

os pássaros são sem asas

as flores já não brilham

os olhos dos anjos

o sangue deles é prata

mentiras existem muitos

eu sou carne e sangue

seus sóis de cinzas

seven

i’m  asleep here

this room is blue

your caresses are erased

with the sunrises

your lips run away from me

cruel hard nails

the birds are wingless

the flowers no longer shine

the eyes of angels

their blood is silver

lies there are many

i am flesh and blood

your suns of ashes

Sunday morning chores

slim cigarettes crystal ashtray on each table champagne flutes and martinis silk cocktail dresses t.v. sets Doris Day silky red bob fiery temper purse emptied pill bottles prescriptions on their way Monk and Gainsbourg converse like angels laughter is refined ladies don’t drink beer ladies sip on wine day in and night out four in the morning the child translates orders tiny soldier scrape the fields looking for a mother giving birth to self carpet facials the caresses turn blue and black little mommy takes good care pumpernickel toast French butter pats left on the bedside melting in the afternoon sun

alternative ending

a wishing well

the red door smokey

music of any generation blares

curtains coil in the caress of night

the sunken eyes cheeks moist with the dew

truth you are a liar gospel im lying to myelf

regrets im sure the devil had some scorn ive had my share

smoke puff he loves me ash flick he loves me not

clinking glasses last call some hearts stutter

can i bum a cigarette another asks halo moon

bamboo jade blackflag germs window mirror

fleeting time biting nails taxi drive

the way of good intention blocked

to the tunnel one more time

flick flick flick shoot

i guess i love me not

tiny dust bowl doll