PTHH SERIES <10>
generic chp. 3
sometime during the birth of a new day before cackles and moans from all of the earthly species blurt to the urban sky, she dreamt of an apocalypse on Prozac diagnosed as fake news. maybe we should…was what she thinks she said.
generic chp. 2
upon arriving to the designated meeting place she saw her there, a slump of pain encased in ancient royal flesh filled with torment and cheap hooch. alas her man had died. she regrets thinking that he was fucking another whore, when in reality he bestowed upon her his last gasping grunts.
generic chp. 1
not sure how to process validation she proceeds with caution it’s the season of the silence once more…
PTHH <9> SERIES
a haiku
blood rush through my veins
restless bound to wandering
i the seed of Cain
summer thing haiku
my vivid flag lays
only today at your feet
your lips on my neck
America
i chose this card for you
you chose this life for me
America
we dance and laugh
we crawl and weep
America
i love you all the same
you’re not sure what to make of me
America
we are on going revolutions
we are pacific sisters
America
i watch upon a most psychotic rooftop
you direct the wind of our commotion
America
we in destiny
must not manifest infamy
America
soy una sinvergüenza
tan dulces sus ojos gotas tostadas de caramelo en platos de praliné
tan fina que es su nariz salpicada con escamas de ámbar
sus pensamientos están tan confusos que tiemblan como dientes de león en la madrugada
tan tierna su sonrisa torcida sintiendo que soy una sinvergüenza
so sweet his eyes toasted caramel drops on praline platters
so fine his nose peppered
with speckles of amber flake
so confused his thoughts he shivers like dandelions at dawn
so tender his crooked smile
sensing that i am a scoundrel
PTHH SERIES <8>
words less spoken 