Pablo Ignacio Marin

Pablo Ignacio Marin Apr 2012

i've only ever

wept
over welts
left by those folds in your sheets

creased and creased
one on each cheek

roll over now

play red and fed up

Archiving and deleting account in the morning.

Pablo Ignacio Marin Apr 2012

042012

it's that natural light
while making friends
with shy dust

that makes me feel most happy
and less cold

Pablo Ignacio Marin Apr 2012

041512

as haunting
as the rigidness of your back
or suppleness of where that straight line leads

Pablo Ignacio Marin Apr 2012

041012

buy
back
the vast grey
and reclaim
pluto as a planet

maybe the martians
will better understand
those childish musings
that are your thoughts

Pablo Ignacio Marin Apr 2012

040912

lay low
in the grass
and laugh
as red sweeps your wrists
hands sway with stalks
of golden wheat

Pablo Ignacio Marin Mar 2012

032712

mother
watch me burn
through
these matchbook girls
all flimsy cardboard
and acrid sulfur
so dim
a soft spring whistle
blows them out

Pablo Ignacio Marin Mar 2012

032712

the world isn't ending
don't try carrying me away
with swipes of a double edged sword
verbose lunges
now that kisses aren't so quick and
sharp