He sees something
Else of who I was
And fell in love with the me that I’m still getting to know.
Category: Shorts+Poetry
01/30/21
It was on the afternoon I ate the bodie of christ
Nothing to do on a Friday afternoon no plans no homework no nothing
Then That Day Came
Oh lonesome tree on the hill
Will you tell us when the sky falls
Madness in America: Part 1
I got to the airport three hours early to my flight leaving the middle of buttfuck nowhere, USA.
Breakfast of Champions
“How the hell did I get here?” I think.
In the Womb of My Partner
I rest in the crossed-fixed arrows that point
in two Directions across my back.
Like the legs of my mother
Moderns. Mannerisms. Monochrome.
A POEM ABOUT UNDERSTANDING THE UNDERSTANDING OF UNDERSTANDING.
Yelling At a Dead Person
We had a river of love, it’s just flowing from my eyes now.
Alejandro de la Cruz: The man from El Cerro
I was a poet before I was a writer of many kinds of formats. I didn’t like it at first but later I got the hang of it. I read a lot of scriptures and books and whatever I liked I rewrote so I could get into the rhythm that the writer was in. Returning to poetry reminds me of my youth and it really gets what’s going on in my head on paper easier.
Can I Have Some Change
“I was feeling something that I’ve never felt while in my dreams … The skin peeled slowly off … And when I woke up I found myself scratching my hand …”