Mother, you made me, me!
Thank you for everything I am.
Father, thank you for making me
who I am not, everything I would loathe,
could of been me.

How I have changed along the way.
Your love, sacrifice and dreams,
moulding me as I grew.

Forgive me for the times I made you cry.
For the wrong words I used and actions
that may of caused despair.

Take this in place of the times I forgot
to say I love you.
The times I forgot to say sorry and the
the times I forgot to say thank you.

For you mean the world to me!
I hope to make you smile and your
hearts beat with joy in years to come.
Just as mine does for you!

Last night it rained petrol, it started pouring.

The rain merged into a senseless storm, somber water and omen drops slowly trickled down the wrinkled silken sheets that Mom never ironed, but always loved.

The drops fit perfectly through the cracks in the broken roof that Dad never fixed,
but promised he would,
and black mist began to fill the rooms.

The storm was brute and merciless,
and it soon came knocking at the door.
Thick air tainted the bottom of the mossy walls,
where Sister knew she shouldn't,
but still painted purple dinosaurs.

The asphyxiating wind ran fast across the narrow corridors,
ripping pieces of the broken family portraits that Brother sang to
on his ever first encounter with alcohol.

Petrol fell endlessly for days.
Thunders echoed on the dense raindrops,
and the whims of the winds drowned my desperate whispers to make it stop.

---Neighbour's house always had sun,
and Mother and Father,
and Sister and Brother,
years ago had moved to another town

And sitting there was I,
watching as the petrol poured down---

I wasn't sure what my life was for until you came along and made me understand what it means to live fully and love unconditionally.

To my daughter,
I'll carry you
for as long as my arms could bear the weight of you
and your beauty
and your wonder
and your burdens
and your flaws
and your joys
and your tears

and I will be here
as your mother
and friend
and teacher
and confidante
and your safety
and your home.

I love you. I love you immensely.
I love you with the new life you gave me.

no weapons, no drugs.
he had the eyeballs of an aztlan prince.
touches water.
touches hot-grill to meat /repeat/
/replete with cerveza.
                to roil in love of sun said lights, all things lovely.
                to return by city driven lights, lake to shore to shoulder.

[to sleep.]

[to dream.]

dad is on the grill, cookin’ up something scorched.
swill is on the lake, skiin’ up something else.
sweat &
stretching lungs, the sun busting gut.
unseen, bikini pink
& green sauce.
pass the tortillas.

winterous: awake.
ice-fish and stoke the pipes of flash and holy hash.
ice-fish our favorite frozen mass.
we all grow beards,
untrusting of men who wobble blades to their faces on the daily.

spring sprung and spigot. we
return to blushing shores of wet rocks
& girlfriends.
girl bands exploding amps from atop houseboats
in styles of the highly drunk and tameless.
plucked in memory
of the ******* to come before them.