The Beautifiul Man

An anxious crowd gathered at the feet of a beautiful man

whose aura breathed outwardly

genius mixed with hints of dark, troubled rivers

flowing into his speech:


“I love you,” he lied,

“because you love me as well.”


True it was. They did love him.


Because behind his curious smile lurked mystery enough

to impregnate the minds of sad men

their mad wives and their happy children

who interrupted their busy schedule

to lurk,

to gawk,

to wonder,

at the beautiful man who draped himself

with the cool black of silk and lover’s dreams,

whose gaze was as empty as the minds of his admirers

who danced as crooked as his queer gaze and grin

who talked of crazy deep things

like war and peace and good and evil

while collecting love and hatred that grew in the crowd

upon the black soil of his words.


“It’s not me that you want,” he thought.

It’s my madness that you seek.”


His words echoed down the thin alleys

as dusk arrived,

When they finally turned their heads

walked on and on and hand in hand

some sighed a burden released,

others breathed again for the first time,

and some pretended to laugh

Wild Garden in the Gut

wild garden
growin in my gut
sweet pea and snapdragon surprise

butterflies landing on every other petal
like a thought that jumps around
neuron to neuron
fluttering and waiting for the dusk
or dawn
or pollen
para probar.

Just a taste.
Don’t try. Do.

All life is experiment
the moment is now
yet i can taste the hour on the horizon
filled with moments of mystery
it tastes like
daffodils and dirt,
lavender and lilies laughing

just the way I like it.

I like it
the way that butterfly flits,

movement is life,
stasis is death.

how many flowers
how much rain,
how many
parts of a flower
the whole or just a taste?

flores de misterio
misterio de flores

yeah, there’s a few weeds.
But I never trusted someone who don’t have no weeds
no, I never trusted that guy
who never let a wild garden grow in his gut

La Luna Llena #2: Orbit Beyond My Reach

La Luna llena revealed herself anoche
Sometimes all it takes is patience
For the fog to lift.
How brilliant and complete!

Though transient,
destined for an orbit beyond my reach
Soon she’ll begin to don her dark veil again
And the clouds will conspire
To let her journey alone

But i must remember,
Just because i can’t see her,
She’s still there,
always full and exerting pull
I can’t escape her gravity

Mi sangre is an ocean tide
lapping at the shore of my heart
My pulse quickens on nights like this
No place to hide anyway
So close but so far away
But it’s comforting to know she’s there