June 27th, 2010

My darling, 

I lay on my bed, hungry and exhausted.  And while the wind blows outside and my parents bicker inside, I can think only of you (and of how hungry I am--I eat plenty).  My dear, you are the thought that circles my mind always.  You are the rock on which I have chosen to stand.  I love you dearly and always will.

Yours always and forever,
Vivi

Sisterly Affection

I was learning

To read

Back then

When a

Dispute

Fired

Among sisters,

Friends

I was little

But I tried to

Kill you

I squeezed

Waiting for

The air

To run out

Of you

You kicked

Screamed

And finally

Broke off

You poked

My eyes

And threatened

Parental supervision

“I will

Never again”

Spoke I

Never again

Did I

Ashamed

I tried to

Murder

I never

Spoke

Never

Confessed

Until today

A decade

And a few

Years later

I love

My sister

But

Sometimes

I just

Want

To

Kill her.

Green Liberation

Foot covers

Thread Gently

Upon prickling

Green needles

Then make

Their way

Down to

Little

Square islands

That crucify

Themselves

Sprawling

From the ground

Brown earth

That continues

To the sky

Carrying billions

Of tiny green skins

To the cheesy

Sphere above

They dance

As gravity

Unfolds

And begets

Their green

Liberation

If our skin

Were leaves

We would

Reach

The blinking

Illuminations

From beyond

Nonsense

Hog wash!

This despondent humanity

Grips the anniversary

Of the earthly

Reverie

The smog muffled

In the moon

And the

Starry night

Is not starry

Anymore

Poaching

Antelopes

For sinews in

Pollution

The empty earthly

Vase suffers for

Peremptory love

Happiness polluted,

Muddled into

Smithereens

Yet the Earth

Always finds

A way

To make our

Intrepidness 

Affront reality

Revenge

Is earthly

Caught in a Dream

I looked into her evil eyes: you fraud

What loud noise yonder do I hear? Music?

Not so, it is wicked beat of applaud

Mockery of my own career, how sick

Erupting screams filled the ears of the dreamer

All spoke the same ingratitude:  I lied

Every rant now reduced to sole screamer
Their wails of aloof dread preceded and died

At no time did I ever foretell futures

I am a fake, a fraud; admit only dreams

The spectators aware of my failure

Unknown tarots fill my reverie streams

My fate in life, the next as well, is false

Filled with the bliss confused steps of a waltz

Marie Angie

Let the erratic night judge me if it may

As the witch that provoked necromancer

I have proclaimed powers; I show, you pay

Eating your heart out, oh avid cancer

Angel of death, seeking my one revenge

I stumble in the life I seek, hazards…

Introspection surges: the crash, I cringe

I saw that night the rush of skin blizzards

Lying in the hospital bed, mourning

She came across to me saying softly

Gently wiping wet tears speaking warning

“You must use this in your favor, Marie.”

I lie to my clients every now and then

I am unable to gaze the truth in men 

Bury Your Secret

Bury your own secret in the wet ground
She runs and the wind blows like fire
Hides through the night while there awaits her hound
Tonight widow made her husband expire

Red hair ignited with fury spoke he
Of unfinished habits, unwritten life
Covered in red, death to John M. Dupree
Thousand bolts of lightning in one lone strife

Bury your own secret yonder, Ginger
Work for tips that pay the rent and forget
Hear your father’s foul breath at night whisper
Behind in the black ground, never regret

In a life full deep of incompetence
Ginger tended to live in arrogance

My One

He is to me the love bountiful tender

His face covered in acute black stubble

Busker who joins my night is my lover

Brings with him a touch so loving, feeble

It is clear he was destined for the greatness

Sleek August wind rush, fated wonder

Bundles for sweet Latin prodigiousness

Ruined bonds that create avid thunder

Nude whispers like the sun shines at midnight

Strange person who sings with chords of alloy

Grass falls toward the sky moonless sunlight

Chanted touch, he is a magic Yule toy

Controversial man of thoughts lost in skill

Love so deep it fulfills my greatest thrills

Droopy Clown

Stupid clown

Falls down

On the tip

Of his

Ceramic

Hand

He is

A pallid

Angelic

Blonde

Heart-shaped

Cheeks

Of peach

Masquerade

You, white

Twinkle toes

Up in the air,

Think

You know

Me?

You are

Just the

Gloom

Of treasures

Past

You are

The remains

Of carefree

Times,

Chippering

Sighs

Happy,

Never empty

How

I miss

Thee.

Great commencement

Strong discussion

Weak ending

That

Is all

You are.

Nothingness

Absent,

My ocean

Of truth,

I feel not,

I want not.

Coldness,

No passion

No drive

To command

My thoughts

Of appetite

Nothing…

No lust for

The hunger

 Of ambition

I am abstract

I am numb

I am a particle

No emotions

No senses

No animalistic

Needs

Never provoked

Always cold

Nothing mutual

Always alone

Niños en la cama

¡Cómo juegan esos nenes en la cama! Se ríen, se maltratan, se matan a besos. Se aman en la cama, como debe ser. Esos muchachos que se revuelcan, amandose cada vez que se hacen cosquillas y juegan. Con tanta inocencia y se aman tanto. Y esos adultos que abusan en la cama, sin amor, sin escape: ellos no conocen lo que es ser amado. Esos adultos que no se quieren pero se hacen los grandes amantes. Ellos no se comparan con esos nenes que se funden en la cama, se matan a besos y sonríen de oído a oído. No le llegan ni a los tobillos a esos muchachos que se aman.