I am sullied
I am broken
Though they are whispered
I hear the words you've spoken
So open
Your heart
Unshackle
Your mind
Bring forward
Your art
And relish
These times
I find
With rhyme
I fly
Inside
But I hide
Unbearably shy
I see you
And wonder......

hold me, hold me,
oh my gosh, you're beautiful
hold me, hold me,
i wish we could lay this way forever.
kiss me, kiss me,
sweetly, softly, lovingly
kiss me, kiss me,
on my nose, my forehead & cheeks
love me, love me
i love you, i feel your heart
love me, love me
this beautifully always

Yo creo que es
Un poco tanto
Que Cortés
No fui cortes
A las Aztecas

Survivors carry
The lives of those who have passed
Into the new world

Make it about the
desperation and ego
of the modern man.

Disappear into
something thinner than thin air.
From the sides, inward.

"Contemporary"
is too nostalgic for the
days of typewriters.

Serve me my meals cold;
I could have expected this,
but didn't from you.

I'm a modern man,
as lonely and scummy as
the last modern man.

I'm an Amazombie in denim and fog,
Black and blue, and twenty-two:
a millennial with an oppressive blog.
***, money, and hipster brains --
condomless, rudderless, token.
I like the way you like the way
when I'm completely broken.