i worked in the mountains during the hot summer
there were un soldiers there who didnt speak english
rumors of mile-long underground prizons-
who could tell? we didnt speak russian
they were blowing up caves that tunnled deep into the stone earth

The walls were being ripped down around us
by our hands-
no one elses.
We were out for blood; you and I.

You find comfort in the arms
of women who do not hesitate
to kill their own children;
your children
just like flushing a shit down a toilet.

Toothache and heartache.
Potatoes and beer.
Bald head, fuzzy beard
And a world in-between us.
Dogs with no owners

Keep hearing how love
Is something should be fought for.
How can that be?
That’s not what love’s for.
Love can tame the wildest beast

relish this moment
of playing the fool.
one day you will grow
to be an old woman
who knows everything-

When will you give me the “let’s just be friends” talk?
It took me 10 years to not do the same.
It’s really not kinder this way.
So much I want to say I cannot find the courage.
I’d do everything different if it were up to me.

IF you ever decide
the dream is NOT dead
I left you my pillow
laying on your bed.
There’s a drop of my blood

No matter how much my body resists it, the internal dialog never stops, cant destroy it. with my cigarettes, or junk food, or my bad attitude, can’t make extinct the thing that’s possessed me.
right in front of you
like a worn out tune of blues,
looking like leftover food, but not so tasty.
it’s a dream of mine, and in time i will learn what it takes to

25 years old, and I had never seen a vulture.
Now 100 or more are circling my head,
Begging me for dinner.
Sweet hell,
I’m half tempted to give them

There’s a boy in Miami
Who’s perfect to the T
And “te quireo mucho baby”
About me.

It was never my intention
to jump wildly, blindly into the abyss
not knowing of what beasts
might devour me whole-
without blinking an eyelid.