Thursday, February 21, 2008


Their wealth bygone. Your reason forever. Their choices new. Your table wooden. My shoe unglued. Our future copper. Varnished and used. Your glee contagious. Our sadness too.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008


El pope del populacho. El popurrí se puso popular con los popís. Poured lines of powder. Raggedy edges unmade by boundaries and rules. Tú hiciste el muro. Lo construiste de concreto y los huesos de madres. Lo que es popular resulta nada fructífero.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Choice


Both are so delicate. We break easily or fade. Shred these paper tears for wont of a home. No one will accept the remnants. Search please. We beg you. And yet. I promise no gentleness abides the daily tempest.

Monday, February 18, 2008


Broken this dream of franchisement. Again through the hole into depths of unmastery. Head wracked with needles flies through notes rhythm red stews and squeezed lemons old fashioned ones. How about a complete sentence. Can you do a complete grant application. A squint of light on a radiant slanting sun about to set. A shine so fateful induces a headache. Everything gray paint and peeling unskinning itself from the craggy surface.

Sunday, February 17, 2008


Your travel has lead to obvious conclusions known aforehand from reading extensively in leather couches adorned by I-Pod pillows. Fantasies of aggrandizement. Not very very. Neither as such. Obvious commentaries on citizenship exams dragons rats newness and out of control faith. My fish tastes of bean paste chili forgotten seeds salty nightmares and debilitated avenues.

Saturday, February 16, 2008


Novato. Las jaquecas no provocan buena poesía. Vinieron y me avisaron. Yo lloré. No me puedo deshacer de tus directivas prescriptivas. Me gusta que el lenguaje se desborone. El pan se me desboronó. Las palabras cayeron en desuso. No te lo puedo explicar.

Friday, February 15, 2008


El saldo es. Los que perdieron siempre ganan. Me diste una idea salaz. Me querías corromper. Sal. Tueste. Y ya no veo el motivo de tantas mentiras.

Sunday, February 10, 2008


Celoso el sexo. Selecciono el éxtasis. La celeste celibata. A break in language. A crook in this long asphalt dream. Translate my yearning for wood. Waves unexpected. Where bosom spacial. Wove espouses shells.

Friday, February 8, 2008


Rivers flow thick with promises. An exterior loaded down with expectations candied apples and sage. A traveling circus unable to convene its festivities. All the prisoners eat their lunch in the visiting room. Please don't touch the glass. Por favor que no toquen el vidrio. Your long dicks made for brokenness and fabled excess was a lie unable to free but a butterfly from a long rusted cage.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008


Laugh run tear a piece off and eat. Left right error. Never could follow direction. El hijo de puta que lo prometió nunca apareció. Laugh runt. Eran tiempos mejores los de antes. We were born too late. Digo demasiado temprano.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008


Unsun afternoon wind through cedar and broken window glass clanks unmercifully unfallen. Burnt red branches tiny tendrils of heat burnt growth demand a gaze. Mud tracks broken plastic bucket overflowing with aluminum afterlives. Swing merges with ditch run down full of slime a toy truck and putrid water. We play here. Wooden pathway is merging with swampland its stink a call for reparations. No breeze strong enough.