Violet smoke is in my eyes. I'm spinning, spinning in two.
Ringing screams are in my sides. I'm crying, not crying for you.
Fluttering lids when I want to sleep,
shuttering words when I want to speak,
and I know, deep inside,
not so deep,
that I want to hide.
Strings in my head pull my skin.
More uneasy to hide what's within.
It hurts to hold on, it hurts to let go,
it hurts my soul because I know
it's me.
Only me.
From beginning to end,
I'll be my best friend.
It's me. Just me.
To the demons I will tend, until the end.

A yank around the branch for an unripe banana tree

makes for peels at the tears; an aggrandized detainee.

In three proper pieces, breathing spiff in the fog,

split flat on the soil,  in an envelope of slog,

it doesn't really matter because

nobody knows but you.

It only really matters when

the answer is ubiquitous.

A pupil to imbue

labradoritic hues

will disagree to acquiesce

and suffuse bleeding happiness.

Sorry to disturb your peace,
though we know,
peace comes and goes.
When your room brightens white
and you notice,
it is near or there,
lingering.
When your bubbles speak in roses
and pink lotus,
you've got flowers to spare.

Thank you for disrupting the rest,
well, we know
peace is all we have left.

Perched on a ledge,
hidden in the hedge,
amid the rose buds,
along the water's edge,
puffing a pipe
stuffed with crops,
freshly roasting and ripe,
set like phyllo.

Spinning,
winning the stare,
moving to the bass,
inhibitions unshared.
No inhibition
in an oblivious crowd,
covered by laughter,
and masked in a cloud.

I wouldn't be surprised
if we moved past these lies
because I cannot deny
you can't always comply
with the rules of the crowd
because, it's dreamer...
in dream lived out loud.

A little steamed girl
with little screaming fits
had a world like the sun;
the center of fiery spits.
I wonder now
if the fire still kicks
below the stacks
of ashen time ticks.
Stars like the show,
the heat, and the glow,
until the day comes
when burn fuel is low.
Shine is a burden
when shimmer is absolute,
so sparkle when you need it
and keep your spark a dilute.
Some won't smile,
most won't wink,
others won't care,
and half will blink.
After all, I've got sparkle too.
I've been saving it up,
unlike you.
Chances are,
when your world has an eye,
I'm brighter and bold,
and won't need my own sky.

A fox in the road
and two garbage cans-
at least only one
**** fills my hands.
My focus was taken
by the twisting street,
and I forgot to look
in the passenger's seat.
You see, I thought
you were a brother of mine...
however, I've misread
'one way' signs.
Home by 8
and through the door by 10,
I crashed, unsound,
right about then.
So, I guess I'm now stuck
in a two way ****...
but the window is clean
and I make my own luck.
At least I could spare
the cans and the fox.
The others will
duel the crosswalks.

Your olive skin and half moon grin
keep me awake tonight.
Two chocolate dots pepper your lips;
I am mesmerized as he sips.
You are smooth as we speak,
smooth as we walk,
I feel soothed on your chest
while in circles we talk.
You let me tousle your curls
knot 'gainst your head,
and I'm satisfied 'cause
I can't help it in bed.
Tell me again
I'm your nightmare, Babe,
because I know all too well
instead you want me to stay.
La boca, espanol, in my ear
are the only two tongues
I wish to hear.
So thank your God
I'll always be here,
always for you,
my Puerto Rican.