I dream of permutations and of potted cacti sitting on crystal shelves.
I listen for melancholy silence and I pray that hope and peace of mind tiptoe gently around splintered frustrations.
I want to see the hot sun beat down on prickly green skin until it feels whole again and flowers bloom from its head.

Nobody got anywhere in this life
throttling bums,
and robbing hotdog vendors,
but a Saquatch eating a knish on top of a flipped bus
is a sight that sticks to the roof of your minds eye.
Let's eat caramel apples down by the seawall,
trade tall tales, and lizard scales,
run for the hills, but settle down in the shadow of the valley.
Prickly pear and agave nectar, nopal cactus fruit,
blended together, you can hardly taste the tequila.
I'll boost you onto the roof, and hand up my guitar,
and you'll help me climb up,
singing and chanting till the sun knocks us off the room,
we'll go pool hopping, with ski masks on,
and steal lawn ornaments,
and eat churros, and drink egg cream.
and kiss under the Brooklyn bridge.
I just gotta go throttle this ***
and rob this hotdog vendor.
If there isn't a sasquatch
I'll be home by the apocalypse.
Then we can get naked,
and set off the sprinkler system,
and dance in the halls.
Until the sun explodes,
and 2+2= 37.

This is more permanent.
Something like a debt from past lovers
or a memory that keeps repeating itself reminiscing hysteria.

esto ya huele a flor dulce recién salido de la lengua de un nopal.
No mas no me vallas a olvidar

I remember passing lonely nights at the city fair
Dreaming of a friend who would expand my mind
pass the cliche television shows and the cliche talks thought of only by the cliche, regular people who have nothing exciting to say 'cept how their grandma got ran over by a reindeer.

Now here came a girl who dm'ed me
I like your tweets.
And I had nothing great in mind
The only thing I thought of was, "hey I like to write"
She got excited and from there on I wasn't lonely

Every day and night a new conversation sprung.
Some repeating old stories of depression, Sylvia Plath, and the Beat Generation.
Some stuff like "Yo I dig Aubrey Plaza"
And most of all me genuinely telling her how beautiful she is, how she makes me smile, how I thank God she walked into my life at the most perfect time.

Speaking 'bout God.
I pray He never takes her away from my life.
I hope he fulfills everything she wants in her life,
'Cause she has power soaring from her inner beauty.
Success pours out from her being.
There is nothing in the world that could stop this girl.

You know how they say, "The world is yours?"
No better phrase hits right right now but that exact one.
The world is yours Nezly

*esto ya huele a flor dulce recién salido de la lengua de un nopal.
Nezly, tu nunca me vas a fallar