"oaxaca" poems
This is the last time
You will hold me close
I cannot return
Though for you my heart will always yearn
I cannot express
The extent of my gratefulness
For your unending love
The laughter you brought me
The warmth you filled me with
I hope that life treats you well
In Gods presence you always dwell
I have never been good at goodbyes
I cannot help but cry
I never have the words I want to say
They never come out the right way
So just know how wonderful you are
That you have a special place in my heart
Please never forget me
For I could never forget you
Because darling,
You will always be in my memories.
Oaxaca Missions Trip-2013. Thank you for leading me back to Jesus. Always in my heart, forever in my memories.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
"usted es un borracho!"
"si."
the medicine cabinet creaks
to a close.
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
lit shadows deluge through
open doors open windows
nothing left hidden,
curved lines on his sluggish brown;
corse grey all over his sluggish brown
how did you fall in the routine?
how did you grieve?
homesick to the home you now cry in
eyes droopy and slurring yells
to make it dry inside
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
crossroads of hollow love
bear through another man.
cement and tiles cold
bare skin sprawling in on all fours,
more sips to cure.
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
splashes of many bottles
he doesn't mind,
he's done it before as if countless times,
but with others now forgotten.
dark crescent in the sky
marks where he toasted to himself
darkness seizes another sadness
to how he compromised.
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
The red worm swims
in amber liquid
sugars fermented
from baked agave
Visions await
in the bottom
of the bottle
and in the body
of the worm
Demon spirit
calling me
wishing to transport
me to an ancient land
of good and evil
where the worm still crawls
The road is hot and long
but the liquid is cold and smoky
the burn deadening me to the pain
and allowing me to slip
through the veil
where the worm reigns
When I arrive
and meet the worm
I swallow him whole
he tells me to look up
I see tinted curved glass
and a ring of blue-sky
from inside the bottle
where I am trapped
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC