i wish for rain
to wash away
my insecurities
my immaturity and impurity

The lonely swing is swinging,
it sits patiently conversing with the ocean.

Two palm trees stand guard, as the moon
carefully bathes them with its glow.

All at the mercy of their instructor,
though the wind rarely disappoints.

what a view, what a view, as I sit
here all I can do is think of you.



-a.j.León

I like the way you think -
sinking your own ship just to take a drink.
Soiling yourself in order to keep everyone else from scraping you clean.
I find it pretty keen -
drowning in a sea of air and floating on the steam . . .

It's disturbingly nice.

By that I mean,
if our links got intertwined we'd find ourselves in quite a knot;
Running through red lights just to make the others stop.
Brushing up on legal terms to confuse all of those cops.
Boarding over doorbells just to force our guests to knock.

I find your broken logic beautiful.
I think you're perfectly top-notch.

My Dear, you are asking the hammer that broke you,
to glue back all the pieces and console you.

I know they say madness fixes madness, but
with love only what is real will do.

-a.j.León

Have you seen the old hag in rags
Mumbling nonsense in the town square?
Her odor so pungent, even flies gag,
A Medusa who petrifies with her stare.

Her name unknown, her story a secret,
The butcher claims she’s God incognito
Here to see if we aid those who need it,
Though doubtful, such torture He’d veto.

Gossip circulates the town at every corner,
But I know the truth of this old woman.
It turns out she’s the Duchess of Arbor
Who gave it all away to the poorest children.

The fools are quick to judgement impart,
But there’s an occulted truth in every heart.