31.05.08
even the ghosts are explosions.
a volcano.
the smoke and ash.
cliché by now.
a haze instead of clouds
is there something beautiful to see in this full moon and wisp of a horizon.
and outside drop drop drop
pouring rain
29.05.08
there is a queen on the top of the hill. she tips a baby off the cliff with one finger. “go, fly” she says. she is not very convincing. the baby is strong and resourceful and protected by something bigger than the queen. so she jumps and hopes to fly.
the hill beneath the royal one is crumbling to the sea.
the people below gather and sing. they are ready to catch the baby but then know it is just a formality. the baby will fly and their voices will carry her high.
22.05.08
el arbol vive. ya vive. son brazos por ramas, y dos torsos abrazando -- el arbol vive. los raices un rio.
way back when
remember so long ago when we read our fortunes in your parents salon.
you had a choice between the forest and trees and life outdoors and the art world a gallery with lots of frames hanging on the wall. and at that moment you wanted to go camping. you have all the gear a tent a tea pot and you love to keep a fire burning low.
and my light before me is a woman standing with a baby in her arms at the edge of a cliff… or this is how I like to remember it. and when I press my thumb to the bottom to change my fates, another baby an embryo. I cannot escape this biology. but I know by the scarf flowing in the wind and the way the woman stands that it is not me, but a friend who wants more than anything to be nurturing and a mom. and wehre will I be when she needs me … this is what I see. somewhere at the beginning of it all, where will I be.
it was so long ago but here we are and those things have come our way and we stand before them ready to make decisions or having already made them.
13.05.08
la luna watches over us puzzled. what are we doing climbing one on top of the other someone sure to reach the top first. our path set by a strong flame. nos quema. no quiero ver los detalles. estoy seguro que no significan nada. de verdad vivo en los nubes y no lo siento.
08.05.08
i wanted to ignore the threads of coffee drowning us in bomb blasts and explosions and eruptions. I wanted to only hear rain and thunder.
I did not drink coffee.
I did not search the bottom of the ocean for you.
I did not say I love you
soon enough
and then the rockets flashed
hear them and then
delay see them on tv
white noise shredding every nerve
so that I prefer the heavy blanket whirring of the tanks rolling round and round
don’t move
don’t go out
don’t
don’t
sit still
very still
listen still
listen
you
still
and then
nothing.
we adjust to nothing
no sound.
no cars
no people
no visitors
no kids playing
no rata tat tat
too nothing
our shoulders reach our ears
brace
can’t lay
down
can’t stand
up
sit
sit
sit
sit
sit
inside my head I scream and yell
you hear it in my eyes
thousands of miles away
