he asked what I wanted to do. I said
write poetry
or
die.
he said
they were the same.

Sell your dope.
Sell the last of it
and the first of it.

No, don't rail it tonight,
you know you'll just end up
shooting it tomorrow.

Sell your dope.
Sell it cheap
and sell all of it.

Buy roses,
buy chocolates,
buy gas.

Ask her on a date,
to the movies,
to dinner.

Sell your dope,
and kiss her.
What is more important?

You know what is more important.
Your high will last 4 hours, maybe five.
The feeling of her lips will linger.

The feeling of her lips will linger.
Sell your dope,
fall in love.

I lost all my thoughts 

in a knot 
when I saw her

my brains playing games 

a dropped jaw

and i slobbered
Her face is a maze

I’m amazed when she smiles

I get lost in this cause

& in her eyes 
I run miles
that neck

now i’m wrecked

in between both her shoulders 

I want badly to sip

from her lungs 

and to hold her
My eyes follow paths

down her back 

and I ponder 

to turn my eyes into hands

a lascivious squander

I came here tonight to confess my emotion to you. I lay down with filthy sheets were the stench and perfume of others had been. Your bitter saliva burns my tongue . The Acid pain brings a remedy that last a day . Scratch marks on my back are just a reminder what I can't have. You look for lust and I look for love n this drunken night. I'll just be another aroma on the bed of lies

- thoughts of Rosendo Dominguez

Dusty hearts tucked away
Rainy eyes and the longest days
Beauty has truly left my life
To me, you’d be, my day and night

A canvass whose paints refuse to dry
Tattooed on my skin until the day I die
I feel an addiction to run to the rain
Avoiding your face for I fear the pain

A lover whose love slipped away
Impacted my life then turned to grey
Escape I cannot from the depths of my heart
Accepting you’re gone is the hardest part

I’ve see couples laughing and dreams turn to ash
Traceless tracks where we finally crashed
Faceless masks and unfinished tasks
Basic facts that nobody asked

The clock tics, though the hands never move
Dancing in a storm next to the hidden moon
Consumed with being in tune with the music tonight
For she is gone and I am losing flight

I back peddle from a paper pedestal, hoping for the best, hoping you don't intend to inspect the wreckage I have left.

I am temptation at its test, an exclamation on contempt, collecting the regrets to my exemptions under stress.

A misnomer to my bets, against the better judgments I neglect, I'm set in my ways, in lucid forays, I've let from my veins,

and I've slept, the whole ******* way.

She stopped breaking laws when she
started breaking hearts

Bottled tears in the vial around her neck
She lays in bed like a spider in their web

They say curiosity killed the cat but in this story
Curiosity killed you

And you love kissing her because she is not like the others
She does not pull away out of shame

She kisses hard like brick on brick on window pane
no face aflame

And you love ******* her because she does not hide away
Begs you more more more

She stopped breaking laws when she
Started breaking hearts