It was my mind that put you there that night, my eyes that saw a star so bright....I knew they'd burn if I kept you in my sights.

I'm the stalking cougar watching you watching me.  No need to hide cuz big cats can see.
But the game is too small so I'll sneak off, I'll leave....a cat needs to eat not play hide and seek

My peeps unwittingly leave loaves of bread for me to follow.  My clues are free.....I am me... don't hide in the darkness....come out...let me see

Se me hace raro que mi dentista se parezca a una amiga de Córdoba....y que también tengan el mismo gusto en forma de vestir, en collar, hasta en su corte de pelo.  Aún más raro es que veo a esta cara en el rostro de todas mis nuevos amigos.  Pero imposible....o será?  Hmmmm....que jueguitos que juega su personalidad.... colombianas, argentinas, españolas, inglesa, estudiantes, poetas, músicos y hasta indios y árabes, de CA, OR, NY, WY y quién sabe donde más.

Yo les dije...Dios lo ve todo....hasta los lunares de tu pecho, tu nuca y quijada.

Some like Colombian
  Sleeping powder ....
  ounces up the nose.
  I prefer the effects
  of snorting hymns
  psalms and prose.

Others sniff crystal,
   ice, **** or glass
   I say poems are
   a narcotic of
   a much higher class.

Still others ride the
    horse talk smack or
   Stick tar. The dens
    that I frequent
    offer verses
    in their bar.

Thank you God for my little dog
Thank Lord for not being bored
Thank you Mary for fighting off the wicked fairies.
Thank you Jesus....save me from the sneezes
Thank you me for peeing on a tree.

Not often do the angels tuck me in.  But tonight .....a light came into my room to touch my soul free me from my sins.  Singing like a siren that doesn't bare her teeth.  Thank you sweet angel....read on and absorb all their emotion ...poetry is sublimation a very vaporous potent potion.