Sometimes my mind is not here
Have to use my heart

Mark Rothko, blue and green
Zenish kind of art

I do not understand
So I slowly go

I wanna hold your hand
Ay yay yay ya yo!

            7:07 a.m.

every night I strive to bury your love in the mud
my hands and heart full of blood
next morning it reblooms with greater vigor
bypassing my rigor
enlightening me about your rebirth with all your purity
and rarity

I dreamed of art
Art!!
shifting paintings
surreal color
magical canvases
laughing soul sculptures
life is beautiful

I can't take another step
To tote your pain and mine.
You say that
You don't want to be here
Nor do I.
No future for you.
I can't take another step.
I can't carry your burden and mine.
You don't really want to go.
I don't know how to help.
I love you.
It is my turn.
I will take another step.

Not a coincidence
Said the Puerto Rican cop

As he turned on the car stereo
And kindly drove me to the psychiatric ward

                 Peace be with him
                 Praise the Lord.