Every Sunday the Knight walks the Princess to the train Her gait soft like a penumbra His legs light like fire. Every Sunday, the Knight walks the Princess to the station, she always makes him wait. He waits gladly. She waves a wand her eyelash; he sings into her ear. She rewards him. Within aContinue reading “Motion”
Violet sky—black nebulous— Something in the atmosphere— Crooning—Purple— The Color of Pleasure Purple—Royalty among things. and things in things are things are things and things..two things. three things. purple things…with wings. Sings of something fantastical. Like a violet sky. Yes: like Beauty of the Mind.
Delightfully mad and sad I am So true, so true! Ignited by your humanity, and my insanity ensues. Forsooth! Such famous fury and surely, you’d feel it too— for if not I’d be all alone in this, my visionary tune!
You spoke of a city brimming with unspoken reality dusty skulls shimmering in forgetfulness exposed by the darkness of memory. You spoke of prayers that forgot their meaning reminding us that words are only as potent as the sound in the mouths that say them— but even sound itself can be silent. You spoke ofContinue reading “Speak (for Octavio Paz)”
Hark!— The subway trains are toast packed to the brim with some of the most imbecilic trolls. Hands and feet in between the closing doors. Priority seats taken up by twenty-something-year-olds. And countless homeless souls begging greedy pockets for a quarter. We have a courtesy crisis on our hands! And no enforcement to behold. OnlyContinue reading “The Crisis”
Shall I compare the beginning of my new life To a box full of lightbulbs? A bundle Of firewood one buys in late summer? What I am trying to say: I am coated in darkness. But I have Potential. I am barricaded by my own self But I am at least well put together. AndContinue reading “Chapter Two”
I’ve been fighting a lunatic A ludicrous maker of little white lies An avid fantasizer of little legs, And Bambi eyes, with shallow heads * He says he can give me everything I say, make me a better woman Because I’m sickened by my diet Because I’m silenced by ignorant ears Because I’m different inContinue reading “He Says”
Blue, Red, Cream, and Silver Sensation cut into slivers Mingling at the tip of a spoon. I lick my lips and my taste buds quiver Maddened by that handsome bliss That triggers the most rapturous tune. The trick, I hear, is to take it bite by bite. Sunday mornings I sit out in the canopyContinue reading “The Breakfast Monologues”
Green, enchanting green, How I long for you to appear How I long for you to pick me up And empty me of my tears. Green, such loving green, How I desire to feel your pain How I desire to wash it over me So I’d forget what I can’t explain. * Two sisters sitContinue reading “Luna de Sombra”
A gentleman, smooth, and sultry like earnest winds; his melody swivels: volcanic and flexible. He opens his mouth only to thaw. Banned at the peach pit, molding himself to fit into humble tunnels that shudder in the daylight. His little man…he lassoed the sun. Left us to listen…until all the trumpets were gone. Waiting, waiting.Continue reading “The Humble Gentleman”