Poem number 3

The underpass is where we are looking for
Said goldilocks
Where the bears will be blind
So through the needles
thrice the sea of dreams
Where the serpent lay
On its abyssal bed
Encircle the box and jump the key
Fall out of maya
to the palace of unknowns
And complete the journey
For which we were born


2010

little revolutions of the spirit

Like a fish swims before the sun's silhouette
wades in the forever deep
We are those endlessly turning eyes
Beholders of the wateriness

Dispatch an Epistle, to our hungers
we, who daydream in cycles
Wish for a perchance satiation
With the cometh of a new wave


2010

Vallejo Cesar

Madam, I am finally here
Hiding in the night spurs of your kitchen
And I am not galloning zeros
On some provincial bed
Or sipping in maimed air
On Thursdays mortal bones
With the moon at Champs Elysee’s
Were I left my trousers
In a great situation
On a Paris bench

2010

weight

We are not sure were the cruelty starts
I look upon you
Weighed you in my private account
My Lord, Chief Justice
There’s no witness at your defence
were stars hide their death
I swallow your sentence
on my ancestral scales
Handed down without examination
Of their intended purpose
From an ignorant antiquity

2010

untitled

A scream from nowhere
Beating your head against pillows
In this room you are one
None but your ears, why else

your dreams
For les enfant, why should they
satisfy your longing with smiles
No it will not conform

2010

wedding

Insert into this space
Joy,
the expanding heart
drums in the chest
and forces a smile
that hides the sunshine

in plain view, my longings
extinguished by a single vow
on this day of our union
and in the whiteness of your veil
a canvass, on which
we etch a new dream


2010

I Know

I know I have fallen
And deep
For you
I know
And I loath
To admit
How I am scared
So I search
For the rock
To hide the embarrassment
Of a heart
That only comes alive
With you

2010