una vez soñé que era sirena

cruzar los dedos y abrir la boca para que entre el anzuelo.

con los ojos vidriosos, desorbitados
apuntando uno a cada lado.
piel de pescado.
abrigo plateado.
gélido y nocturno.
pálido y grisáceo.

El agua aún no llega a los tobillos y me estoy ahogando.

el apocalipsis

árboles fragantes que se desangran en mayo cubren las banquetas.
el ruido de las hojas secas quiebra el silencio de estas calles
se resquebrajan, se quejan
hasta convertirse en polvo
los crujidos suenan a huesos de personas diminutas que fallecen bajo mis zapatos
y yo: el azote que las esferas estelares han mandado,
la última plaga.

El cielo se ha ennegrecido como las faldas de tu vestido de niña
la tierra se parte en dos y luego en tres y luego en cuatro
tu mano temblorosa sacude tus dedos de araña
cae un rayo y nos deja ciegos
cae un trueno y nos deja sordos.
Nos damos un beso. El último.

los árboles se desangran en mayo.
el ruido de las hojas que quiebra
que se quiebran
que se quejan sobre el pasto triste de tu tumba
donde se supone los demonios bailan por la noche
donde se supone yacemos juntos
donde a veces yacemos juntos
donde a veces te imagino dormida.

resoluciones

I want to be left alone. I want to sit in the grass. I want to ride my horse. I want to lay a woman naked in the grass on the mountainside. I want to think. I want to pray. I want to sleep. I want to look at the stars. I want what I want. I want to get and prepare my own food, with my own hands, and live that way. I want to roll my own. I want to smoke some deer meat and pack it in my saddlebag, and go away over the bluff. I want to read books. I want to write books. I'll write books in the woods. Thoreau was right; Jesus was right. It's all wrong and I denounce it and it can all go to hell. I don't believe in this society; but I believe in man. So roll your own bones, I say.

Jack Kerouac to Allen Ginsberg

heaven

And how they laughed and danced, delighted by their own music
And how they contemplate each others' portraits,
each others' doubles.
How they were protected from the sinners in each others' arms.
How they keep fresh from the fire outside
Here within each other
One inside the other
And how their hands are infinitely woven.
And how their tongues are intertwined, within each others' mouths.
How they sleep quietly to their lullabies,
How they watch over each other
Each the angel of the other.

Breathing from each other
Breathing one another

like the King and Queen
the saints above always wanted them to be.

moña

 

Tira de una hebra y mi dedo anular izquierdo sangra

por la yema

la huella digital desfigurada.

 

Tira de otra hebra y sonrío

la cara

partida en dos por la quijada.

 

Amenazan los cielos,

cuatrocientas veces desgraciada.

 

Tira de una hebra y mis bragas caen

por mis piernas

es la primera llamada.

 

Tira de otra hebra y gimo

a escondidas

la figura derrotada.

 

Amenazan los infiernos,

cuatrocientas veces nada.

the end ofthe world

 

 

the pallet of the scenary has quickly turned from gray and blue to red and yellow

subtle tones of orange drift by from time to time

its akwardly bright

"its supposed to be darker"

someone mentions.

 

A ship gets strained at a shore that wasnt there before

the captain is baffled

"how could He?" he thinks,

refering to God.

God doesnt answer.

 

A white shockwave blinds me for a second.

 

Its not loud,

Its frightenly quiet

and painfully lonely.

Because love is so enormous, the only thing you can think of doing is swallowing the person that you love entirely.