Smoky pores: so familiar
sticky necks and inner elbows
alone I am a flamingo
in soft pink cotton
free chested
bare legged

artificial air
from blades spun wild-
a source for white noise
and companionship

I miss the greasy weather
take away my wired bed
shove it under the frame

to spend this time together
most exposed
   as I sleep
admire my black heads
and the semi-permanent
smell of fire and ammonia
despite the bursting thermometer
and idle thermostat
your breath on my arms is no nuisance

wake me up at six in the morning
and kiss my smoky skin

I detest the sugar surprises
found only when swallowed
it tricked my tongue and burned me
whipped fire upon my buds
mislead them
but when swallowed
and the canyon of giant mounds
is scorched
a sweet tsunami arises
squints my eyes
lips aimed south
give me warmth
without the artificial sense
greens and blacks
no more fruits

tengo que recordar
que mis amigos
no son posesiones
sino extenciones
de mi existencia
de mi sustento

y mis amigos hablaran
de mi molestia
y de mi gloria
y cambiaran historias
de mis luchas

pero no soy una criminal
yo quiero sentarse n el coche
de ***** y oro
y no enterder la musica
que eliges

y cuando yo voy a mi casa
despues un noche
de cigarillos
y bufandas
yo quiero olor el humo
en mi pelo y mi piel
y recordara
que mis amigos no son posesiones
pero son extenciones
de mi existencia
y de mi sustento

A million pixels make up your image
mike tv
and combine to create
a collection of memories.

that is all you are.

And one day I hope to understand
how the sea ends and the earth begins
but never do I wish to meet it
because the sea’s depths stretch greater than its widths

and for many moons I let the earth seep in
and I let it build
and take away my waters
   but the sea is far greater
   and its unknown strength then regained its rightful place
   where those islands had been

never will I know the bottom of the ocean
but if I lurk
I will cease to wonder

and will have met land

They live in apartments
and pueblos
sobrepoblacion
it is overcrowded

and the littlest one
she is kicked out

weak
and left to wander
   to
      linger

que lastimo
poor baby

but I will not stop her
      it is her own problem

eventually
she'll cause more trouble
and
   evolve

she will climb stairways
and cry in the window
of their apartments

they are tucked away
in neuron drywall
and she wails
lacrimas/
and haunts me

she has since october

After nearly forgetting your face
I crave nothing but to study it
respect my wishes
and my longingness for affection
I pray my face be more radiant
with warm rose light
than cold blue
artificial glows

after such absence
you remember who I am
the map of my anatomy is built into your brain
and the nerve endings are excited
spinal cord reminiscence
awake my dusty adrenal glands

but as soon as breathing changes
sadly we are interrupted
an uncomfortable force
lumbering awkwardly
rests at the bedside

we hadn’t kissed in three weeks
today is no different

you are tomato soup

acidic

and creamy.

your path is marked
by risen temperature in my esophagus.
your path is parallel to my spine.

and you rest in the warm vats of my stomach
but you are warmer still.
no real need for digestion.
you are but orange liquid.

but sometimes you burn

tttttttttsa on my tongue

your steam-less appearance fooled me;
there is no need for cooling

hot hot tomato soup.

It’s when you begin to tremble
tremors in your breathing
that I worry.

limited experience
and uumined knowledge
are the real driving forces

lets quiver together

flare them nostrils !

your heart requires more oxygen

and your body more blood

I lay here
barefooted
and my pants will loosen
and begin to fall off
but I am alone in this
twin
under layers
but alone
and I lay on one side
and arch my back
and pretend your arm
is slung around me
close to my *******
and you'll hug me
it’s my favorite
and were close from the most
inappropriate angles
and you'll kiss my neck
and your body heat confuses me
because you are ever so warm
then I fall asleep
and its morning

I am uninspired.

This is simple;

Uneventful.

A gate unlatched
enter and exit as you please
an ellipse
they repeat
each new
yet no different
but the end is known
it has not changed
I fight the jittery feelings
of new relationships
for familiarity

Are you trying to convince me
or yourself
that these confessions are real
I have heard such words
so much they’ve become a habit
your voice: a culture
I beat drums in my chest
adorn my best clothing
move heavily to beats
shower me with fruits
let this grow plentiful
I know not if your words have certainty

Please
spare me of sweetheart details
of how your traveled redundantly
and gorged on material things
with others money
as I earn my own
yet still receive complaints
and see little of those I love
so please answer me
what is free time

I hear your larynx tremor
in the hallway;
I’ll peak through the window
mistake me for active.
the involuntary squeal
and sudden river eyes
I am Caucasian.
I blush.

so as I blot my eyes
   simultaneously submit them
and my whispers are octaves lower than usual
I will fanaticize of log cabs
and corduroy

I am not your student anymore

I can never do anything right
I can never do anything right
I can never do anything right

and while my mom asks God
for a path out of misery
I shut my lips
and wash ranch dishes

splits in my hands
lotion and alcohol
do nothing but burn

Lord, take away these chest pains
and the fact that I enjoy so little in my life
I am a failed parent Lord
I can never do anything right

For you to understand your self-destruction
must I demonstrate
sweet sugary ellipses
to help initiate dreaming
but what if I postpone
and begin to
talk of inanimate objects
ramble meaningless words
would you call me
as I continued
while you goodbyed
must I demonstrate
force fear upon your intestines
for your eyes to open
from your ellipse induced daze?

sometimes i wish
that the faint set of
vibrations on the carpet
were caused by the alarm
of your desire to talk to me
to reach out to me
to miss me

but the only vibrations
are those i remember
after the first kiss
and me laying awake
for two hours buzzing

and how can it go for three months
and how can you not remember me

For months you fed me
and I rejected
until I finally shriveled
and was left to die.
but in that state
I understood
and took in your offerings
and now may grow
and we may be parallel
   because now that I understand
   and don't mind occasional
   brushes with wind.

we can share pollen

i am not firm
and we are not like-minded
and maybe we are wrong
or care just right

you are not merciful
you are angry
and vengeful
and appreciative
at the wrong moments
and so curious
with the wrong questions

and i am not patient
but am ill tempered
and am made of estrogen
and progesterin
and every night at 7pm
7:05 7:23
i release more
and want to cry alot

we are bad breath in the morning
and secret geatures and pet names
and we are bread and soy
and lazy individuals
and i need hugs
and you need me

I think these aches run parallel
to the fact that you are missing.
I have deep pain
in my lower back
I can feel each muscle pull
   the worst spot on my body

and that’s where I liked you the most
come behind me
kiss my neck
your hands, my hips
deep growls
from inside your stomach
   that area misses you the most

I wish for your rays to extend past me
to darken my surface
and warm my core
you are bright
the color of awakenings.
you are my sun.

blow debris around me
cocoon me with your breath
make me move in your
directions
because you are unseen like ghosts
and stronger than gods
you are my winds.

when two voices called out
my cheeks regained their rose

they wrote your biography in front of me
and page after page my decisions changed
and though they declared to be the up most unbiased of voices
their loyalty to you was unbroken

but  never did I tell of what happened that night
because the words could never be arranged so sweetly
and while those thoughts closed up the back of my neck
I uttered but a few ideas as we lay with lights on
and soon I was exhausted

And on that night
I fell victim to fear
and I cried for hours on end
with stubborn decision

but those voices soon refreshed my waters
and they began to flow again with the utmost of might

and the population has increased
and I may finally bathe peacefully in the waters
because since I read your biography
I've understood every page