READING POETRY IN 2K10

As your eyes skim
these Words,
skipping stones
slapping sos, likes
Drinking great gulps
of simile, Gorging
on syllables,
do you Feel
our layers of
fine-spun Filth
snugly fit
over each molar?

Set yourself on
Auto-pilot as your
legs fight to
Escape the horror
while reality Follows
pawing, kneading
neon claws in
gruesome waves
decorating every
detailed twinge, Electric
blue as a Gaudi
scale-model monument,
child-like & Petrified.

But do you even
really want to
feel? Every
ruined step? Every
blistered thought? Every
faulty circuit clumsily
tied and wired to
these wilted words,
Tumbling?

i know You,
as i,
would rather
simply
sink.

AS SUMMER BECOMES WINTER

Remember when we thought

time was so vast

and attainable, we would hold it

in our cupped hands and

let it gradually slip out

to follow the traces leading

from today to

tomorrow when the clear yellow-white June sun

would reflect off the ocean

in thousands of breathless crystal shards

and we would turn our heads, squinting

and laughing as shallow streams

sprung from our eyes

cutting through dirt caked on our cheeks

churning down the swift rapids of your lips

to fall

so gracefully

down your neck and chest

and whorl and collect between your breasts

in deep pools of merlot?

I made that well the center of my home

and remained by it even after you were gone,

but the city outside expanded

and the space each had

diminished

and small steel houses blanketed the horizon

in various shades of rust

haphazardly built from one another

like an endless row of dominoes

circling my old handmade shelter,

gradually suffocated by ash

and forgotten.