Mamacita
Coke-bottle figures are motivation
to get close to you.
I arrive to Spain clinging Molotov
Cocktails
(it’s not Spanish but least it’ll do)
to see blossoming tulip dresses

I bend kneecaps to Barcelona, Medellin,
Buenos Aires, Santiago, Puerto Rico
Mexico City, Madrid to get
a sense of your flower-nightlife

Swallow Iquitos, hills of white
rice fields.
Conquistador I bachata-bachata
love you gyrating exoskeletons to
Reggeton

If I left notes in Sphinx drawers
Crimson leaves whirl to earth.

People shisha-puff barrels of oil
in the air
Skies tumble nimbostratusclouds.

Apocalypses apocalypse while
Broadway & Wall Street chuck
**** ******* flags
Slide them in Alabaster wardrobe
crevices.

Kaleidoscope paper.

I scribble about planets strewing from the face
They’re hip-hop graffiti or spiting images of
exo-lifeforms.
Abstract wavelengths circling from heads
canvasing an earth unlike what i’ve
kaleidoscope before
You’ve  s e e n  it.

The face
The endless kamikaze from exoplanets
swaddling behind bulging eyeballs.

of supernova’s and B-72 solar systems
My birdbrain.

Young star hold your fire
You need light to chase
space and time.
You’re celestial symmetry

Senorita, nosedive in membranes
Seizure piano jazz fingers.

Lurch closer, I shimmy towards
you like Enrique Iglesias Technicolor
films
Centipedefeet tip-toeing beneath
pounding disco strobe lights.

Oscillations, Mac-arena side-leaps,
leviathan sidesteps to paradise
Glints of moonlight in her eyes
winking at me

She clicks her foot on earth
with Ye-ye-ye’s gyrating.

I show no mercy for the weak
They’re shattered branches caught
in small maelstroms in the air.

I show no remorse for bonebrittles
They cover skulls with mummy bandages
throwing them into creaking galleon beds.

With breeding wantons from cauldrons
and crinolines strewing quicksilver bars
of metal
I synapse ***** in shock of their
existence.

They seem to be invisible wraiths
disguised as Presbyterian halo’s in
the brain

Reading Journal #1

Rummage a book
I’m done bulldozing
about how much I
kaleidoscope textbooks.
Pick up Exodia and
obliterate me to the
shadow-realm
(Get to point? Ok.)

Reading Journal #2

Syllables
Gibberish.
Lectures
Syllables.
ZzZz
Gibberish.
9/5 work

Reading Journal #3

I’m scrabbling syllables to
strut them like drag queens
I’m bored out of vulture-brains.
I got ******-fingers
I rummage up a ****-hole
like college ****-stars.

Reading Journal #4

****
****.
Lectures
College.
****
??
Newton.

Reading Journal #4

Do you read Britannica Dictionaries,
an alligator of an FAQ?
It Einsteins verbiages like ****,
man and s u c k s
I’ll add abbreviations the next time
I scribble average joe mean-girls-esque
diaries.

Reading Journal #5

…Awkward,
I don’t remember writing
this Morse code doggynote.