naked scribbles

saunter strut scintillate

2010-01-28T20:19:00.000-08:00

the night is ticking
ticking tock to dawn--
i strut, i saunter
i scintillate
in these sordid,
slimy streets--
not an ounce of sleep
spilt on my sheets

piping panangis

2010-01-28T02:35:00.000-08:00

tila kandilang nauupos ang mga araw
sabay sa taghoy ng iyong mga tangis—
balon ng dalamhating pumapailanlang sa kawalan

ibulong mo ang iyong mga agam-agam
sa mga aninong nagkukubli sa kadiliman
sa bulag na bintana, sa piping pintuan

ang iyong mga mata, naghihingalong gasera
tuloy sa paglamlam sa indayog ng hanging
nagbabadya ng matinding unos na parating.

love's cocoon

2010-01-11T02:10:00.000-08:00

Let me vanish with your kiss
pop in an instant like bubbles do, in plain sight;
pull me in by the gravity of your eyes—
deep pools of black velvet,
riddled with stars;
let me sleep deep in your embrace,
snuggle me warm and safe—
cocooned from all these worldly cares
by the strength of your ribcage;
let me close my eyes and be with you,
even for just a moment’s breath;
in our place that’s neither here nor there—
as tender as a frail whisper,
as delicate as a strand of hair;
let me lay my head softly
on your chest, take comfort
from your beating heart that says
I’ll be safe,
I’ll be safe

love at first prick

2009-11-23T00:20:00.000-08:00

and she laughs—
sickly and sweet;
saunters silkenly,
holy down your highway;
tears up her skirt,
cracks up a dance;
to taunt and to tease—
tear you out your wits

oh she crackles—
and you crack;
bones break,
burning and barking
mad;
boiling your brain a soft
gooey goo –
flushable, edible
straight down the loo.

and she sings—
close your eyes,
hear her sing;
lull you sick,
lull you sweet;
loose your marbles
bit by bit

and she laughs—
hoarse as a whore’s,
wild as a child’s;
close your eyes,
close your eyes;
swirl round and round
her rasping, lilting
hurtling lullabye

birds

2009-10-22T18:39:00.000-07:00

the birds
have fallen
silent
I cannot tell
the time of day

the shadows
playing by
my bedside bemoan
the passing
of May

you look
at me pallid
and shrunken
from across
your pillow

never thought
these curtains
could ever turn
this rotten
this yellow

the garden lies
unkempt
the fountain, dry
the gates rust
the leaves sigh

my breath heaves
gazing out the window
the sky is ashen
like your urn is
ashen, too

i look
at you pallid
and shrunken
from across
my pillow

you’re always silent
as the birds are silent
these days
tenderly, unflinchingly
your eyes held me lovingly

yes, yes
it is time

hikbi

2009-09-14T00:31:00.000-07:00

Naiinis ako
Sa hatak ng hikab
Sa pagpungay ng mata
Sa saglit na pagkahiga
Hahalinghing, hihikbi
Hihikab, ngangasab
Tulo-laway ako
sa unan mong kayakap

parisukat

2009-07-14T09:07:00.000-07:00

mapangutya, nang-uuyam
ang liwanag na ibinabadya
ng bukang-liwayway
na tumatagos sa ating silid;
sa aking pagkatao;
sa aking mga kalamnang
puspos ng ligalig—

ligalig sa sandaling maupos na
ang alab ng iyong mga yakap,
at mamuti na ang aking mga labi—

ligalig

sa pagdating ng umagang
papanaw na ang dampi
ng iyong mga halik;
ang dantay
ng iyong mga bisig
sa aking dibdib

malamlam ang mga araw
na di ka kapiling
dito
sa loob ng parisukat
ng ating silid

maari bang dito ka na lamang—
manatili't huwag nang lumisan?
igapos mo ako sa iyong kalamnan;
heto ang kumot, halika
magsara ng bintana at kurtina;
magtalukbong tayo’t mamaluktot--
hanggang sa ang haring araw
ay sya nang lumubog.

at the crack of dawn the lampposts weep

2009-06-22T17:59:00.000-07:00

actors will have their crowd
sprawled and in thrall
the moment the lights go out
and final curtains fall

kings will no doubt have
their men; their monuments
alabaster jars, slaves
concubines and all

warriors will have their wives
daughters and gun salutes;
their flags on the stand-by
for when the shadows call

but who will weep now
for the whore—

and that tattered red dress;
those rouged cheeks that roar;
the tired laughter from a queen
blowing easy in the wind?

who will weep now for that jaunty gait
the staccato of worn-out stilletos
echoing loudly against darkened halls
painting the lonely nightsky red?

who, indeed?

certainly not
the kings, the soldiers;
the actors that groaned
and moaned in her bed

the traffic signs will remember
and the streets that shared her rampage;
the paling moon by the crack of dawn
and that lamppost she calls home

they will remember
they will weep
and not forget.

saints

2009-06-11T03:24:00.000-07:00

your saints taunt me—
spit at me in the face,
they mock me;
them with their stern faces
carved in stone

i do their tap dance
tap tap tap
to implore them
tap tap tap
to spare me from such hatred
tap tap tap
oozing from your eyes

tap tap tap

it soars with my grief
as you mix them, croaking
with diabolical devotion--
bloated frogs
swimming on your cauldron

tap tap tap

and must you laugh
you hag, you witch
your big ugly laugh
as you drown me down
your wicked brew?

tap tap tap

and oh, those grimy things
you spit; the muck
that cake your lips,
from the putrid words
they feed you--
you really take from them,
don’t you—

your saints

stern-faced
carved in stone

tap tap tap

spitting dead rats
and sewage goodies,
by way of your religion

whore, i say

2009-05-30T16:42:00.000-07:00

whore, i say--
cheeks slightly ruddy
from the sweltering heat--
you look from left to right,
right to left;
gasping a little
in admiration
of the pristine construction--
a true bourgeois beauty;
deserving nothing
but a well-poised pout
and slightly raised eyebrows
before blowing em a kiss

whore, i say
as you hold on to your waist,
and to your breath;
you shift your gaze down
and curl those lips--
the way those wet locks curl
as they sizzle, drying in open air—
oh, those deliciously devious lips,
devoid of mercy when aimed
at paralyzing targets
within that unforgiving
ten mile radius;
now that gaze seems to say,
Bitch, you still have it
Whore, you still got what it takes
to make that mirror steam
and break and sin;
lusting for your attention

Whore, i say;
You woke up today
Gasping for air,
as if just come
from a long-winding dream;
and you realize
the mirror doesn’t seem
so friendly anymore,
so flattering, so sparkling--
now that you’re 28;
and you realize
it’s just a slow downhill trek
long and winding
from here on

my mind wanders

2009-05-05T02:46:00.000-07:00

my mind wanders
in circles, in doodles—
like my pen scratching
this antiseptic blankness of paper

my mind wanders
like a sparse sprinkling of stars
floating in the womb of the night;
dying quietly, at the strike of daylight

my mind wanders
like a dragonfly, skirting the still
waters of a pond; droning endlessly—
never touching ground

my mind wanders
like a puff of smoke, dancing
rolling; ghost-like, hovering
over my nicotine-stained teeth and tongue

puff—goes another blank sheet;and another
puff—endless circles, endless doodles;
deep into the night; into the day—
my mind wanders, droning endlessly

my mind wanders

last full show

2009-04-15T09:34:00.000-07:00

The old movie house by the town square
still remembers you,
from a decade’s cadence
of topgrosser movies
and blockbuster shows;
you, with the boyish grin
and the killer swagger;
the caramel eyes, the caramel hair
and the caramel toes;
the projectors will run your caramel lips
one last time, for its final show—
tomorrow they will come in droves
popcorn in hand,
just to see you go

wild child

2009-04-12T08:39:00.000-07:00

woke up to the morning sun; kissing me warm
i can still feel it—little tingles that run like rivers—
on my belly, my neck and my arms;
telling me to cartwheel out my window,
and ride, a dragonfly passing-by;
to see my happiness reflected on wispy wings
that chart the colors of the sky;
to hear my heart stutter as we flutter
through the wind, touching grass wet with dew;
to feel my ears go numb, in anticipation of a slowing due—
a mid-air transfer—free-falling, tumbleweeding;
landing softly on a butterfly’s velvet wings;
to taste my excitement as we glide; oh, to glide—
hair matted with dirt, and twigs, and leaves that dried—
into the sun; wings flapping, gliding into the sun:
to stare at it, and not go blind;
to stare at it and not go blind

crimson flowers | a rhyme before bedtime

2009-04-09T18:48:00.000-07:00

tiptoe, tiptoe;
sneak, quietly;
duck, hide—
dive when you need to

her lair, its there—
walls-a-breathing,
loud with her snoring;
and chicken-a-clucking, too

slither, slither;
like her hair slithers;
into her pit, silently—
creep oh-so-quietly

careful, careful;
take care, oh, do take care,
not to wake the monster
beautiful in her slumber

or you will regret,
terribly regret;
once those eyes awake,
all bones will break

unsheathe your dagger;
slit her neck, a flowing
darling crimson flower—
but first, hear them hiss :

her hair, her hair—
hiss, hiss; hissing
hissing in her chamber;
hissing, plucking

plucking, plucking
plucking at the chicken—
cluckity, cluckity
cluckity cluck, cluck

plucking at the chicken

in the tender light, in the blistering heat

2009-04-07T20:05:00.000-07:00

You once wrote, in ink and paper
that i am your missing piece;
that i make the puzzle—
your puzzle, complete;
in bold, curling, romantic strokes
your heart bled those words

for me, for me

for you i won’t write, in ink and paper—
for you we’ll have lovely dinners;
lovely walks, lovely talks;
in the tender light of the moon,
in the blistering heat of the sun;
i’ll hold your hand

i’ll hold your hand

and together, we’ll have alchemy;
we’ll write on our very own—
skin, flesh and bones—
the lone word we tried, forming
with our minds; curling with our lips--
at the outset of this journey:

lovely

just lovely

at sundown

2009-03-27T19:39:00.000-07:00

The butcher and his wife
are at it again, in the other room—
he with the knives, and she with the axe;
throwing blades and parrying arguments
over dinner by candlelight; the air blooms
sweet with murder and carved chicken,
the smell wafts through your room;
brings you to your knees, in silent supplication—
for a truce to end all hostilities,
for a truce to end your duties;
you hate bloody morning clean-ups
with the pail and the mop
you hate hickey marks and early morning hugs;
kisses that go sour, at dinner by candlelight

take heart, troubled child

2009-03-22T04:21:00.000-07:00

take heart, troubled child; let your father’s ghost sing you lullabies
you wallowed for too long in this crumbling madhouse;
go and heed his song, let your spirit rise—past these velvet drapes, these motes;
these echoes that bounce up and down these walls;
you are not the dining table, nor its maggots aching in endless fornication;
you are not the chandelier, the padded rooms, the straight jacket—
nor the warden’s truncheon; they all call out to you 'his royal highness';
to which you bow and you curtsy, leaving them all in darkness

the light falling out your doorstep smell of your mother’s cooking
that day you turned thirteen; hungrily you step out, past all the madness
into that sunlit street that call to you, from half-remembered dreams;
the sunlight kissing your back flutter gently like a thousand butterfly wings;
the grass remember you, from when you were but a child, dragonfly-chasing;
slowly you break into a run—past the rabbit, the magician and the clown—
how odd it seems, you tell yourself, that the circus came to town;
as you make a dash for the old storehouse, sleeping by your crown

take heart troubled child, hear your father’s ghost singing in moonlight ;
while in that faraway world where the sun licks, you turn the door handles til you hear them click
the air in the storehouse is hot and humid; memory in this place, it seems, is thick;
you rummage the boxes for grimy chocolates, taking false comfort in anything that’s sweet
beside you, you begin to notice, your father’s ghost, jumping like a kid—
he found his toy, happy and quick; you wonder where your 'happy' box might be
you wonder, 'could there be one for me?'--furious, you start with the mad hunt;
furious, you howl; by the pale light of the moon bathing your cell, you fill your lair with grunts.

dance of the daggers

2009-03-03T09:15:00.000-08:00

and so it begins

a wickedly sweet
blossoming in the ribcage—
spiralling lotus daggers
coiling and uncoiling,
in a sumptuous dance;
taunting and tempting,
tempting and taunting
a ravenous rage:
a nameless god--
sorrow from your depths

til you can no longer hold back;
til you explode
in myriad hues of black

wicked and sweet

this hollow house i live in

2009-02-09T10:11:00.000-08:00

I am a faint heartbeat—
beating on these walls,
beating on the floor;
beating on closed windows,
beating on tight-shut doors

i beat inside my head,
in between these ears;
inside this hollow house
that reeks of my stench,
and quakes with my fears

i beat in faint whispers
in the dead of the night,
these long forgotten syllables—
this half-remembered might:
so delicate, in one single babble

'twil flower in sight

and so i beat--
with these small voices,
softly cooing in the ears
of this catatonic shell,
i've once held dear

I am a faint heartbeat, now—
sighing on these walls,
sighing on closed windows;
i sigh a name, moaning—
i moan my name, once more

tick tock goes the insomniac

2009-01-25T13:51:00.000-08:00

The house is a sleeping beast
breathing on my back;
It speaks to me in whispers—
drip-drops from faucet leaks,
and little creaks from dark corners;
they echo in the hollows of my ears—
like stone thrown
in the depths of a well,
sounding and resounding
like my thoughts do:
incessant in their mindless chatter;
they work in clockwork precision
tick tock tick tock tick tock
so these dreary eyes
tick tock tick tock
tremble with dread
tick tock
tremble
tick
and dread
tock
the sight of the beast
finally walking
the light of a new day

the fold artist perspective

2009-01-21T16:46:00.001-08:00

crumpled like a sheet of paper
you lie on your sheets, wasted
vainly attempting an unfurling—
you twist and you turn, and you twist
some more; grunting your gut out
in a grim grimace; what more can you do?
when all those billowing and swirling
shapes are there, up in the ceiling
and you are here, nestled in your sheets
scarred and scared shitless—
shitting yourself; shit, oh shit.

you are not satin, nor silk
like you once thought, my dear
as to billow, swirl and unfurl—
the thought just makes my blood curdle
you are paper; plain and simple
devoid of things that razzle and dazzle
why not instead learn
the art of origami—
fold yourself a hundred times
and be reborn : a swan, a crane, a monkey
now, wouldn’t that thought be lovely?

death in the attic

2009-01-18T08:35:00.000-08:00

a child died in my attic tonight;
a lone candle mourns her passing--
its flickering tongue casts cold shadows
on the floorboards, and the hungry walls;
where faded ghosts frolick with faded paint
in endless secret orgies,
by the pale light of the moon--
a cat stretches languidly at a nearby tree;
while the restless winds coo
a lovely howling dirge
lamenting lost laughters,
and perfect happy daughters.

just between our eyes

2009-01-14T23:13:00.000-08:00

your eyes tell me
you still want more

of my creamy

so cream me dry
cream me more

make my eyes
scream for more

roadside haiku

2009-01-12T21:31:00.000-08:00

oh wilting flower
wilting pretty by the road
my heart wilts with you

rubber-ducky

2009-01-08T06:15:00.000-08:00

I reach for my bed posts as you plunge
Your head between my legs, bobbing—
Like my rubber-ducky, i turn; yellow with fever.

the sewers

2009-01-02T06:36:00.000-08:00

The open sewers teemed with rats and smelled of rot
That night we said goodbye; it stands, open, to this day—
Like my heart does, teeming with rats; smelling of rot

uncertainty

2008-12-30T02:08:00.001-08:00

I grind my teeth til my tongue bleed

Til they cut its skin, and the flesh bleed

Grind, grind, grind; bleed, bleed, bleed.

carnival queen

2008-12-29T00:28:00.000-08:00

The moon hung low amongst the tents tonight;
For she heard a song that bespoke with delight
Of a grand spectacle sung by dreamers—
of jesters and fire-eaters, midgets and jugglers—
a shabby court dancing, defiant of their queen
and her poodle lover with a tongue so clean

in measured steps and careful laughter,
the magician conjured the poison orders—
nothing to be spared of her, not even her garters.
Not one poodle hair on her white, white garters.
the balloon man howled, signaling the pack
the start of the hunt, with the moon on their back.

Carnival queen, oh carnival queen,
where art thou, our beautiful queen?
Cried the sweet, murderous chorus out for a scream.
Carnival queen, oh please do no fret,
we promise to be gentle in staging your death,
Not a drop spilt, or your ball gown’s wet.

She ran and ran, fraught with fear
For she hears their footsteps, ever so near
Nestled in her bosom—her poodle prince;
Flicks his tongue and licks her skin.
Sigh and sizzle, she muttered some relief
All she wanted was a reprieve from grief

For loving her prince—fangs, fur and tail
Was it ever so doomed as to end in this trail?
A lovers’ cliff opening to sea, arms outstretched--
offering rest; she stops on her track, breath heaving;
looking through his eyes, searching for meaning—
her court will soon meet them; certain and unforgiving.

____

the moon dipped on the black waters this night;
for she witnessed a spectacle that ended in heights.
She danced and she swirled, shining and beaming
Asking a question that henceforth goes ringing:
Carnival queen, oh carnival queen,
Where art thou now, oh beautiful queen?

the anatomy of seduction

2008-12-24T22:39:00.000-08:00

my eyelids convulse to the beat of a thousand drums
when you stare at me like that—
a kid drinking me like soda pop in the hot afternoon sun;
primal, ravaging; taking me in big thirsting gulps
til i am no more. lost in the space between your gaze
and my terminal yearnings; in transit until the next train arrives,
dreaming my technicolor dreamscape of merry-go-rounds
and cotton candies; ferris wheels and easter bunnies;
drifting with the clouds in sing-song existence
as my anorexic angels plead my case, weeping in silence
for my release; wailing, destitute in the shadows
of this cathedral-prison that your likable-lickable
ice cream eyes built for me.
me--a wooden puppet whose strings are pulled taut;
closer and closer to you as you flash that bedeviled grin,
smoking hot and moan-inducing; oohhh.
me--a tattered soul quivering under your bright lights,
pierced at the iris to eschew any and all resistance
as you laugh your satin syrup laughter. divine and devastating.
my winged counsels dream the hara-kiri in torment
as my technicolor theme park melt to mush;
and the train lights go poof!

black is the color of seduction.

and then you say hello.

the tryst

2008-12-17T16:00:00.000-08:00

amidst these boxes, stacked and labeled--
things owned and quietly forgotten;
amidst these dingy walls and forlorn floors,
and cobwebs gingerly hanging

we jostle and tumble, hungry and heaving--
thigh slide on thigh, hurried and clamping;
dribbling shallow breaths, back and forth
back and forth; yours to mine, mine to yours

tongues grope, thrust and flick,
eyelids fluttering quick;
backs arch, and buttocks glide,
bee stings blossom on backsides

we rise and ebb with the flood of our sweat,
rolling ruggedly on the dust carpet
of the stone-cold floor, as we fall asleep
caked with mud, as midnight creeps.

in remembrance

2008-12-09T03:37:00.000-08:00

my sheets burst in flames
as we crackled like firecrackers
lighting up the gloom

in the silence of our cooling bodies
i planted a delicate kiss
on your nape, eyes closed

uttering a silent prayer
for each sweat-soaked thread
tasting all things stale and bitter-sweet

now in cinders

the factory sessions

2008-12-07T07:26:00.000-08:00

Oh dear guava

Oh dear guava
Round and green
Your skin is flecked
And your tummy’s pink

I stammer, I mumble
I stumble, I fumble
Your seeds-a-crackle
In my mouth, they sizzle

Yak yak yak
And you bite back
Oh dear guava,
Dear guava, dear!

Ugly sick pig

Ugly sick pig,
When will you squeak?
This mousy’s stiff scared
Of your size so big

You wriggled, you wiggled
Your snout for to bicker
I wrangled, I strangled
In this pen, so I’ve trembled

You dirty old bugger,
Think you’re so clever;
But this rat’s some weaver
So shudder and shiver

Harrow the sparrow

Drink me dry
Of woe and sorrow;
For I am tired
Of being a sparrow;

Singing so high
living so low--
harken to my plea,
straighten my arrow;

for it is crooked
and needing a marrow;
so drink me dry
harrow this sparrow.

delirium's embrace

2008-12-06T00:39:00.000-08:00

this skin longs to bathe
in amber streams of sunlight
with you, darling tender rider;
to embrace you aglow
with warmth only the light
of day can bring.
oh how these feet crave
the softness of sand
on the beach we have trod on;
in those long walks we took
with the singing gulls
and the gentle breeze.
how long has it been,
since we danced
the dance of sweet whispers
in the prairie wind,
unguarded, unshackled?

i dare not count the days;

for they fade away, screaming
with the mud splattered
on these coffin-walls
that we tear and scratch,
tear and scratch
til our voices grow hoarse,
and our fingernails crumble
in this sea of shadows,
unyielding, confining--
they bleed our hearts dry
to shades of somber ochre,
the color of despair

in our entombed embrace
i weep and plead,
weep and plead; to any god
who’ll take heed--
for these eyes long to see yours
smiling and sparkling,
riding out of this long night
of coffins and dungeons,
and darkness devouring;
into that faraway land
of open sunlit fields
my delirious mind
kept seeing

weep and plead
weep and plead; to any god
who’ll take heed

as these hands long to hold yours
free of tethers and manacles--
just us, riding side by side;
across the blue of the horizon
and the green of the grass;
the soft spray of the sea
and gentle cooing of the wind.
just us--
stripping free of our skins,
running free in our spirits;
free to float and to giggle
with the motes unseen;
and to bathe, at last
in glorious golden sunshine--

in the glorious light of our love,
in the glorious light of ourselves

aftertaste

2008-11-24T18:16:00.000-08:00

my nights are endless
undulating silken rivers
flowing through these veins
intoxicating, alluring,
like late-night coffee talks
I take with you

in slumber I swim, up
your body’s highest peak,
wrestling the tides like a fish
in love with the moon;
to hang your picture
aglow with the stars--

frame your face
with the ebbing of the aurora
immortal for all to see--
like the dotted gods of the night sky;
ancient greek watchmen
gaze at steadily

you sip your cup, smiling
as you watch me wade
through this, my sea of lucid dreams
in between more sips
we swirl; undaunted even
as dawn crawls her steady pace

she finds me awake,
giggling, shaking
caffeine-busted veins
smelling of me and you
and night time fishes too.

swallow me whole

2008-11-19T05:54:00.000-08:00

night raven,

you sang me
to sleep
sweetly; i toss
in my bed, restless
wanting
you to want
me, wanting
your song spinning
in my head
always;

night raven,

you flew me dreaming
atop your perch--
your voice smiles,
beguiles;
sing me
your heart song;
and i will leap
without thought
or hesitation
to my welcoming ravine

but your heart song
is my devouring--
i dance, i spin
to your hearty croaks;

ravens do not sing

soon i must wake,
I know I should—
rain down
arrows on you;
tear down
your song’s supple walls.

in the waking world
i hear
Sanity calling

and i’ll run,
I’ll flee
your voice
smiling, beguiling;
in my head,
and heed her call

lest you,
darling night raven

swallow me whole

whimper

2008-11-19T05:47:00.001-08:00

your name
is a silent prayer
i whisper
in the caressing darkness

feverish,
i rise and fall
on whims
of your fingertips
running
the length of my back--
exploring every crevice,
every fold.

with each gentle dip
i whimper
your name--
hurried devotions
sinful supplications;
each velvet flick
of your tongue
leaves fire in my loins;

i burn. i sigh
your sacred syllables
under my breath--
they cocoon and drown me,
drown the fever;
send sweet shivers
down to my navel.

shuddering salvation
comes thick.

i drink
your name
drunk.

under the dome of the balete

2008-11-19T05:25:00.000-08:00

here we are--

one flame
one song
one heartbeat--

amidst the murmur
of the insects;
amidst the chorus
of the breeze,
dancing
with the flowers
in a tight embrace.

here we are--

in this island of the balete
where time stands still;

under its hallowed canopy
streams of sunlight
pass through,
like in the great windows
of the Sistine
and San Marco;
illuminating
kisses, embraces
whispered 'i love you's.

hearts canonized
love sanctified
time petrified

here

under the dome of the balete.

legaspi park

2008-11-19T05:18:00.000-08:00

by the crude light of lamp posts
we sat, held hands
hearts thumping like elephants

poetry flowed like water
flows downhill; as we

uttered silent prayers

silent oaths

in between breaths
in between stares

in between i love yous

sister catatonia

2008-11-18T17:30:00.000-08:00

sister catatonia
my eyes bleed for you
untether me from
these unflinching stares
unhinge me, unbind me
look away
cursed beauty
absolve me
from all this madness

i see you

2008-11-18T17:03:00.000-08:00

i close my eyes
and i see you
walking towards me

we are at the beach
lovers watching
their first
sunrise together
rolling waves
hit the rocks
near the dying embers
of our campfire
there's a different
sparkle in your eyes--
my most treasured jewels
as i put
dandelions on your hair
you smile
the sweetest smile at me...
darling,
do you remember?

i open my eyes
grey, dull, dry
the world
sudenly lost its beauty
it is ready to die

contentment

2008-11-17T19:17:00.000-08:00

undressing one morning
in front of my parallel world
i noticed a slim body
smiling back at me
i put on my clothes
i put back the flabs

cold mourning

2008-11-17T19:16:00.000-08:00

fairies entomb
my heart
bruised and beaten
in this dark
dank prison cell
of my youth
i died
an hour ago

fervent prayer

2008-11-17T08:39:00.000-08:00

lied down on my back
prayed for sweet dreams to come
happily closed my eyes
torture

fire within

2008-11-17T07:10:00.000-08:00

maggots greedily
burrow into my flesh,
punching black holes
on my pale skin.
they tear my veins;
squirm for a first dive
in a seemingly safe
toxic river

pity

2008-11-17T06:59:00.000-08:00

feeling pride
insanely confident
i brag my accomplishments
to mute
staring dolls

slipping into oblivion

2008-11-17T06:58:00.000-08:00

look at my eyes
they reflect nothing
pondering on things
about things
i sit on them
thinking, hoping
light would sting
my eyes
spark anew
something
or at least one thing
ushering
new things stirring
in my being
but alas
i sit still waiting
wasting
in this, my darkest of my nights
no light peering
not even a glimmer
of anything
nothing

lush

2008-11-17T06:52:00.001-08:00

visited the "Secret" garden
of my childhood lately
to plant new Ones

melt

2008-11-17T06:48:00.000-08:00

ice cream
thats what i was
the first time
i held your arms
would have loved
to melt
and cover you
all over
with luscious kisses
fill your mouth
with ardor
nourish you
with my flavor
seep through
every muscle and sinew
of your being
and fly out of you
a dove
changed by the loveliness
i've known inside
but i did not melt then
i was marble outside
stone-cold, inanimate
i remained a crow
the crow that i am
until now

by the quivering light

2008-11-15T13:48:00.000-08:00

I
by the quivering light
of purple and gold
coloring the cheeks
of her darkening skies
the old lady
caressing her countenance
in the gossamer of a window
pane painted
a smile
on her wrinkled lips
once the soft petals
of a rosebud
kept moist by dewdrops
of fiery desires

II
she drew the curtains
with her lithe
gnarled hands
shunning the trickle
of dewdrops
staining her cheeks
purple

III
outside
the dying light
succumbs
to the prodding darkness

IV
by the quivering light
of stars entangled
in the billowing wind
a young lady
sails across her ocean
ablaze
with rose blossoms
and reaches to touch
her silken lips
brushing past
the moist maiden
skin of her hands

V
a goddess reborn
by the quivering light
of the dying

VI
she could have been
happier though
had her delicate hands
been a little more
smaller

VII
the hands of a lady
by the quivering light
of a fancy

child of twilight

2008-11-15T01:47:00.000-08:00

child of twilight
ethereal
flame kindling fire
in the belly of
Frigidity
i am
delicious
mother can't resist biting
my lake basking
in delight of
Sunspots
strewn across
the demented landscape
of a dying mind
torn
i am
between
the safe coffins of
the Barcode Alliance
and the revelries
of the fairies
in my Secret forest
worshipping
ancient mysteries
of gods stripped
of their divinities
my mirror-twin
Narcissus
writhed for
in dreams he kept
praying for
amorphous T w i l i g h t
to descend
in saccharine sweetness
render us
to our limpness
blanket Agony
with Ecstasy
whose child
i am
lost

in utter stillness

2008-11-15T01:38:00.000-08:00

the fire
has grown dim
in your eyes
and i grope
in the darkness
of your being...
where are you my love?

the river
has run dry
in my veins
yet you swim
in drunken happiness
while im drowning...
how could you, my love?

the silence
has beckoned us
to her breasts
and you suckled
in utter stillness
while i'm bleeding...
soon you'll leave me my love!

break the silence
let her milk flow
into my river
in the darkness
light my fire
in drunken happiness
in utter stillness...

i'm waiting!

like flame on my tongue

2008-11-13T04:57:00.000-08:00

twenty wintry May
summers simmered me
to arctic coldness;
yet underneath my yellow
moon i moan
still for your taste--
stale warmth
of your breath
here in my mouth,
like flame on my tongue
dancing;
feverishly reluctant
to be extinguished
or released;
swirling,
fiery like whip,
billowing
inside me
devouring me--
a saliva slave,
writhing
for your searing
drops
precious
drops
trickling
torrential rains
on parched plains
of my skin,
til my twenty wintry
summers of May
simmer down
to nothing;
'neath my yellow arctic
moon melting,
effortlessly
like flame on your tongue

kiss the stars

2008-11-12T08:40:00.000-08:00

kiss the stars
caught on your
marshmallow bed
of daytime clouds
touch the sun
in her loneliness
that she might
set early in the east
drown there forever
in her burning desire
wink at the moon
to shine a lustful beam
on your china face
penetrate
your velvet skin
make love with the nightwind
blow him gentle kisses
to melt away
his gentleness
dance the dance
of enticement
before the wide expanse
of your divine
tormented skies

catatonic

2008-11-12T08:38:00.001-08:00

blood
no longer runs
in my veins i have
coke
as substitute
instead

my stomach
churns out
popcorn
on a daily basis
recycled
for added viewing pleasure

life is a constant movie
marathon passing
marathon
before my eyes

hbo reruns

i am
the movie star