There’s a party and you want to be invited but you also want to sleep and you wish they would just keep it down those rowdy neighbors. They are dancing and singing and you are holding your pillow tightly dreaming of dolphins jumping out of the sea and submerging again. Teasing you to swim out to meet them. And out in the distance there’s a big hunk of metal threatening us and a bunch of teenagers lighting forest fires.
two queens stand across from one another.
One stands sideways, dark black night she holds her head high a massive crown blooms from her temples. Her cigarette burns a trail of smoke protects her from head to toe. She is a flood a tear of blackness deep and sad. Her castle wall circles the lake of her body hinting at a road to travel round and out fading into a far away somewhere.
The other queen faces front. Arms outstretched, palms out by her sides, she is open and fair. Her body a mountain, her gown cascading forests dense with evergreens. But her face is faint and a bit blank. Two eyes a mouth and nothing more to distinguish it. Her crown more like a hat pointing skyward. From her shoulders down she glows and vibrates her skirts becoming wings -- she hovers and floats her head above the clouds.
Cada semana le rompio algo en la cocina.
Hoy no puedo leer mis molinos de café porque mi taza cayò por el piso
-- CRASH --
muy dramatico fue
y ahora enterra en fragmentos, rayos ceramico en la basura.
Otro dia no se que de febrero
La reina se mira por el espejo llorandose. El espejo esta oscuro como la tierra o la noche que viene. Ella se sienta y llora. Lleva una corona sencilla y su cabello esta escondido atras de su cuello elegante. Sus gotas diluvian por su vestido largo -- como un rio de tela y lagrimas. El rio mana por un lago pequeno abajo de las pies de la reina. Es un lago con olas y pescados que brincando. Brincando.
Sometimes I just want you to understand me. I insist that you speak Spanish that we can share some language that is not this harsh brusque thing they use for business transactions. La lengua de los pinche gringos. But I will speak it for you if you will speak it for me. and one day I’ll answer your beautiful flowing español with a rich thick arabe that does not hurt your ears.
But for now you just need to know that the queen is crying -- her mirror shows nothing but black skies and she cries a river that melts into a small lake below her feet under her skirt. The lake has waves and fish. The fish and the waves jump.
caminando.
Tu estas caminando. Tus brazos atras, en tus manos llevas los rosarios como llevas el mundo tan pesado. Con cado paso tus pies se dejan caer en la tierra. Pero, abajo de ti, abajo de tus pies, hay un mono que parece un leon que te lleva. El anda contigo, te protejando y llevandote porque hay un camino larga adelante.
14.02.08
una nube pura redonda colga como un globo
hay una niña abajo -- le mirando con una intensidad que mueve su cuerpo back back back. Ella se sienta arriba de un arbol mini que parece una seta. Hay un perrito cerca de una flor pequinita y el ole con la misma intensidad que la niña mirando al globo-nube.
Y sobre todo hay lluvia ---
constantemente --
torrencial --- terrible-hermosura.
Si hay.
A flame grand and blooming pulls you to it. You run at it, arms high above your head. Soak it in. the flames looks at you seriously assesses the situation, scolds you for coming so late. Then whispers one word. ¿ Escuchas?
Under your feet thick black sand dunes sway and empty out. Un hueco suave como una cama… will you sleep.
In the distance a
flare. Overhead a snake guards you. Something is coming strong.
12.02.08
you are a princess gliding along the moon turning upsidedown a crescent greeting you :: ahlan :: hola guapa.
Your head crowned with flowers and birds tangled in your hair flowing.
And just ahead
a small mountain lilly whispers for you to come down
:: besame ::
Your chest proud and head high you will consider it.
Two bright stars keep the moon steady for the next cycle.
Hace años
Hace años no pensaba que enamorar
tengo cuentos de amor sino de pasion.
Mis opciones :: cuentos de amor y afecciones amorosas, cariñosas :: tiernas
Recuerdas cuando encontremos
hace años.
quiero un descanso de los fuegos, balas y bombas. No quiero a ver una llama mas.
The pit of my stomach roils.
Inquieto mi mente
Hay tension en mis espaldas -- por mi cuerpo
Veo el cielo azul azul
A breeze baila entre las sabanas
Esperamos
the graph peaks and plummets. A ricter scale, your heartbeat. My emotions. Salto. Cayo. Ahora estamos en un valle. Tranquilo y projetido. Nos sentimos, esperamos. Respiramos.
three women huddled together. Mountains. Solid thick and independent. One stands hands akimbo a flower emblazoned on her stomach. She gives us her best side -- a profile with hair flowing down shoulders and back. Beside her a sturdy rock woman sitting with legs making a v from her hips out, relaxed, confident. One hand rests behind her neck supporting her head tilted back, the other flares fingers out to punctuate her very important missive. She is speaking is calm, rational tones. She has it under control. The third heap of rock asks questions and sits with her legs crossed, then changes position easily tucking her feet under her, one knee up under her chin the other to the side flat to the earth. She shrugs then stretches her arms out -- her palms open -- wondering wanting. All three smile in their own way. Enjoying the sunny day, the calm breeze. Enjoy each other -- one leaning on the other strong.
un flor solo crecia y abre sus brazos y su boca amplia. Respira, profunda. Extendia los manos arriba arriba, afuera. Pero todo lentamente, siga siga, slowly slowly.
Porque hay un nubuarron massivo y pesado
-- amenazando --
no tan lejos.
if I were the Eiffel tower I would stick out my chest and bend my knees and bear the winds and rains and still look fabulous and strong standing on sturdy legs atop fertile ground. In fact I don’t think I would live in paris at all. I would move from there. it’s too grey in the winter and the population takes itself too seriously and are set on humiliating anyone that upsets their idea of ‘how things are.’ I prefer to live someplace warm and welcoming.
But since I’m not the Eiffel tower and we can’t convince her to leave paris for good or even for a vacation, I will go there and climb to the top. And then I will grab my parachute kite
... jump…
And sail away running on a strip of cloud hovering over the city. And even though there is beautiful cheese and wine and bread below I will keep running till I find my way to you there the mountain in the distance coaxing me along. You want to leave, but you say you will wait till I come to make any big move. But you are getting impatient so I wish for a strong wind to propel me. I even start to huff and puff to blow myself along. I think I see your smile as you tap your toes and fingertips in time with my footfall, running, running. To you.
03.02.08
I am a cactus. One branch stands still hands in pockets looking out at the desert beyond. But there is a wall, an obelisk solid and cryptic directly in front of my nose making it hard to look wistfully at a distant something I don’t know. At my waist I branch off. Back to back there is another reaching, slithering, sniffing self with arched back, long neck and eyes downcast. She, this backside self, rests her head against another cactus nearby shooting straight up to the sky with no hesitation. Up. In the muck below my feet two bulging eyes watch and wait. In the distance I hear cats screeching, yelping, howling and I imagine them piled one on top of the other -- here kitty kitty. Their eyes aglow and big scardy cat. And one with a long long thick bushy tail that wraps around the horizon. And at the bottom of my vision I sit patiently trapped between church pews and you lean over me carefully combing my hair out of my eyes. And saying without saying it : “snap out of it. I love you. Why can’t you look me in the eye.”
01.02.08
al prinicipio volando, whuy. Arriba arriba.
Ahora, no. parece q resbalando. Abajo. Abajo.
Despues, corriendo whuy.
Hay una aguila en el cumbre a la cima --
esperando por el viento
una brisa
volante
suave
fuerte
profunda
ancha
amplia
suya
