if time knew no name
i might be happy
for every time we call
i always must say
(through the power lines)
goodbye in twenty
with our sour looks,
we accept goodbye
not that we want to
but we must leave- with
inherent certain-
ty, we know we’ll talk
again- one day soon,
maybe far
but my words will
reach your tired ears;
their echoes will bounce
cave wall to cave wall
singing their song
each time they connect-
word- syllable- tone;
“goodbye in twenty”
a bee with its *****
a wasp and its bite.
lo siento mi
vida, quienes
ojos son el cielo,
son la mar.
ode to my past lover (again) just thought i might