leaf fallen dead drops
agonies at last far gone
green leaves now your fate
birth right haiku
Angelino Artists
eyes follow haiku
clouds drift free and wild
the horizons step aside
my wide eyes follow
bitter haiku
i don’t need a soul
you as you have shown me that
love i divorce you
mural by LA Street Artist
belo
mural artist TANK
você tem tudo agora e eu não sou nada, mas quando suas mãos estiverem cheias de nada minha presença não estará por perto
yours is
yours a cool blue glance that burns cold in the midst of my heart
yours a hot clutch tight around my fevered mind
yours the sound of angry thunder sticking at the door of my vulnerability
yours a distance beyond comprehensibility that weighs on my caving chest like 19 billion suns
yours a bitterness spilled across a bleeding tongue
giants
eyes large and sullen
no sight just dreams across lines
we are the giants
words hushed
to forget my line
across the street the crowd
opposite my thoughts crowded
in my brick building mind
there are willow trees
lining the dirt paths
that used to be dustless
still the little brick corners
prick up catching my heels
from the corner of my dry right eye
i catch Fante in a grey suit
head bowed writing on a pad
golf pencil a story about a girl
straight ahead the afternoon
pierced in the heart by pigeons
scared into the sky
by wailing fire trucks
and my face dead on
the Mexican artisanal mirror
my lips red my words hushed
she knows
for a long time
here in our home
we as tired brethren
squeezed unto these walls
the sky loosing grip
bowed heads so often seen
yet the city knows
our pain
eating my words xvii
writing on walls
words less spoken 