El Vampiro

I come to your house looking for you
but find only your middle child
seeking visions.
I call you by your given name.
You do not come out.
The doors are unlocked and
by the window you left open.
It says,
Camp out overnight! for surely
the man enamored by darkness
shall then return.
The life of the room is
I clean on my hands and knees, &
at dusk, you finally call.
You were abroad with your mother
blood in your mouth & a coffin
by your bedside, a tiny demon
encroaching on her bagpipe womb.
told you,
snarling at others is dangerous, but
you were never one to be afraid—
I knew it was trouble from the phone call
for your mother, who is dead,
only visits you when you are
suffering. I look through your things:
they tell me where to find you.
I follow you to the bridge
where you are playing the hangman
and your mother is three birds on a beam.
I send a hand towards you—

Love Note

Peck on you, Rosa
where are you anyway?
two missed phone calls
& the passing of days

Ready to hurt yourself?
Ready to hurt yourself again?
Honey, don’t fall in love
is really what he meant.

That little
avant guard-ista
tasty like a pizza
winsome winds
beneath her
coattails, and charm
like starry-eyed
minnows in a pool—

Of course! She was
in love, swimming in it,
that rapture, that steam.
You must go on
she told herself,
since love is never
the same thing twice, or,
at least it shouldn’t be.

I cannot go on
she heard herself
muttering, but I
but you but are you
so different? But yes
it is possible
and you, so lovable
like a trumpet

which plays at
the end of a hard
battle, the warriors
coming home,
and crying,
I will go on
I will go on
I will go on


well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
serious as a star when only one star can be seen

yet I am the one left looking,
hearing your footfalls as they fade

I am the one who always waits, and you,
one of many who has found me by mistake

returning next to my dwelling
which I must destroy, in order to rebuild

this being the nature of everything

that which goes is always going, and
that which stays will always stay

so why, then, am I always so eager to change
irreverent love, which has no heart?


* 1. a flower, opening
2. a woman, stunning
3. a powder found on fresh fruits
4. a full, bright sound

Abecedarius in 26 Words (& Change)

Alabastrine, beauteous,
careful daylight, ebbing.
For gallant headwinds
include juridical knowledge,
lyrical mastery, & no place
(for) quivering, reticent
shadows. Tu último viento:
(a) wayward, xerophytic
young zephyr—

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Rags to Riches

How simple it must be, the life of a rock
ignoring the pulse of the tick and the tock
forgetting which dirty magazine it took
to read in bed in lieu of a book.
A rock with no shoes, no sandal, nor boot
Not even a rambling foot—
Like an artist, it has no need for food
Taking from the soil what is bad and what is good
Believing it could one day become something special, a piece of gold.