Once more,
just to remind you,
we will all be okay
you, my dear,
will be just fine
Friday, December 31, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
maybe
Maybe
but
maybe not
mi osita
you can't choose who you love
mi perra
you choose who will break your heart
maybe
but
maybe not
but
maybe not
mi osita
you can't choose who you love
mi perra
you choose who will break your heart
maybe
but
maybe not
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
cigarettes
you were
a pack of cigarettes
i was
addicted
to you
these days
i smoke a lot
less
and cough a little
more
a pack of cigarettes
i was
addicted
to you
these days
i smoke a lot
less
and cough a little
more
Friday, December 10, 2010
WE WILL BE OKAY!
I left you for the water
and the air
that I need
I left you for the smiles
and the sanity
I found a small sea shell
in the remains of the hurricane
beautiful and broken
I found myself in
the coldest months of winter
curled up, and she,
she was there to tell me
no, you are beautiful,
keep yourself warm,
you can come inside anytime.
I found a steady hand,
in my pocket,
holding what I gave away
somewhere inside,
our minds
saying, we will ride roller coasters
and we will
be
okay.
and the air
that I need
I left you for the smiles
and the sanity
I found a small sea shell
in the remains of the hurricane
beautiful and broken
I found myself in
the coldest months of winter
curled up, and she,
she was there to tell me
no, you are beautiful,
keep yourself warm,
you can come inside anytime.
I found a steady hand,
in my pocket,
holding what I gave away
somewhere inside,
our minds
saying, we will ride roller coasters
and we will
be
okay.
God Say The Same (working)
I live in a city
where speaking of murder
every morning
is as common as asking the waitress
for another cup of coffee.
It makes me angry,
New Orleans,
makes me dream angry dreams.
Boy was six years old
with a pellet gun in his waistband
putty knife in his hand,
his accomplice three years old
stealing cigarettes and candy.
What have your baby brown eyes seen?
Murder, murder, murder
She's a pregnant woman
collecting gifts
for a child without a father
wondering how much longer
It makes me angry
to see the pain in the cracks of the street
to hear the sirens sigh of defeat
always too late
always someone's son down
Bloody mothers cradling the dead
It is too common
too comfortable in our pain
I have been to your cemetery
I wanted to hold you like you held him
as your baby died in your arms.
New Orleans,
you make me angry.
My child has
no
home.
where speaking of murder
every morning
is as common as asking the waitress
for another cup of coffee.
It makes me angry,
New Orleans,
makes me dream angry dreams.
Boy was six years old
with a pellet gun in his waistband
putty knife in his hand,
his accomplice three years old
stealing cigarettes and candy.
What have your baby brown eyes seen?
Murder, murder, murder
She's a pregnant woman
collecting gifts
for a child without a father
wondering how much longer
It makes me angry
to see the pain in the cracks of the street
to hear the sirens sigh of defeat
always too late
always someone's son down
Bloody mothers cradling the dead
It is too common
too comfortable in our pain
I have been to your cemetery
I wanted to hold you like you held him
as your baby died in your arms.
New Orleans,
you make me angry.
My child has
no
home.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
me
Machine heart
organic tongue
nothing but narcissism
nothing but me me me
Machine mind
organic eyes
nothing but you you you
in relation to me
organic tongue
nothing but narcissism
nothing but me me me
Machine mind
organic eyes
nothing but you you you
in relation to me
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
A quick something before I go
A quick something
before I go
a magnet on the fridge
reminding you to be excited
for your future
Letting you know
I want you to smile
before I go
a magnet on the fridge
reminding you to be excited
for your future
Letting you know
I want you to smile
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