Junky

O night's kitchen
has dawn hatched out of an egg
for i'm flattered by cartoonish growth.

Painting after a nightcap

She smiles like fire
staring from above the clouds
When the sun slips between
her sweating legs,piloted by my tongue

The roof blindfolded with aprons
of a deaf mistress speaking to my taste
moves slowly,like snow
ambling over water

I grab avenues from the air
and hide them behind her head
resting upon which
is the tremolo of near death

She believes this is as far
life will let us be,
In the dark, her white bodice
is the burning shadow of my underskin

There is this murmur that elevates
dirt from the floor
like magnetic doornails
perforating through a metallic draught

To all graves of our antiquity
with a mouthful of the mortal earth
i kiss goodbye,i kiss goodbye

Continue

Morning,says
You are not
the first
You are not
the last
of anything.....

Walking the line

The strokes on my palms disappeared
when black and white dogs
walked like simple visions of the past
i stood between,on the noisiest street
shaking with the stir of
beams brown with years of rain

They wore blood like beach shirts
with the pockets
glowing like flourescent taps
that bled into the sewers
the ineptitude of love
that i licked from under their feet
all my life

Stopping by a traffic light

I see this old woman beneath
the arc of an aflutter traffic light,everyday
She carries with her little plastic bottles
filled with daylight and painted black on the outside
that she drags along the road,to keep them warm
i think

The sun is not kind on her,
For he too has grown old with her
So i ask her why does she need the bottles

She tells me there are little children
made of wax waiting for her at home

The night would become a hiding place
for all those who will end up seeking..

The traffic light collapses to a green subsistence
as her hands tremble against a masculine roar
i have an old sun to race against

A song for you

Have I ,for you a song

Myth and reality meet
in the bubble of love
as some unformed life
keeps me on the highways
all night
searching for lids of empty
garbage cans gawking
like black envelopes
that i shall hold
along opposite sides of the planet

all night long,as you my love
lay hastily close to your destiny

a song,not this

have i,a song for you

As large as life...

Panting below the sea
In some dreadful,lost
shimmer from a broken treenail's
journey over fire
that serves our hunger


A heartache so tender
as the flower that dies
in the hands of earth
washed and amassed over steel gates
that fence troubled waters from the shore

Ashen,with the shoulders
of dusk to carry our bodies
forward,Life's faces change
like the insipid flickering
of a dark star in your head

behind your watchful eyes...