the irony la ironía
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black haiku
my heart is fasting
sorry no entry today
void washing over
how do i tell the Moon
how do i tell the Moon that her Venus is gone
far from everything we know high away past the Pleiades and the Milky Way but always in the vicinity of higher power
how do i tell the Moon that her Venus is gone way past forever yet eternally interwoven in star dust and holy silent breaths caressing her head after she’s wept too much
how do i tell the Moon that her Venus is of such love magnitude that we can’t see her as she holds us in her loving arms ebbing and flowing us warmly in her arms
clouds with wires
i like my clouds with some wires
memories of kindergarten
Franklin’s kites and keys
corduroy jackets pigtails
i like my sky with blue infinity
endless forever high up
United Nations NPR
Joe Strummer high gas prices
wires are reminders to my eyes
finish lines running away from
eventually crossing them
grinning old girl am i
blue inks on papers change
trajectories of lives
bars in language community
null void twisted noise
clouds pure shamanic puff
feeding the ducks in Lincoln Heights
remember those we lost
immortalized on walls
ironically in life that’s all they’ve known
wires clouds blue sky songs
baking bread train track grease
cool wind cigarette butts
let my mind be silent today
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the office
on a rainy day the stink rises rancid savory industrial primordial sweet modern
within the pillars of great society
here i am with my outcasts
we together in all of it
on most days to suffer is a blessing
a day at the spa a swim in a lake
around here on most nights
they medicate howling with ecstasy
oblivion in concert
first the rush of light heavenly usurped glory
then dark matter throughout the hallways
prophesies racking up
at the end of the runway conveyor belt
of fucked up lives
merely bonded by a lighter spark
Spring street’s breath
there is nothing there
my steps counted silently
the moon hides laughing
trees line the street
i hear women talking
the men stand aside
the entrance is behind
choosing to leave alone
without a choice again
sting of your lips
my mouth it burns
mind is quietly alert
the smile and hyacinth
you brought were shattered
on Spring street’s breath
words less spoken 