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“Find one with two legs, you deserve that.”

16 Nov

You seem to forget

I remind you

How to remember

What you long for

Desire, cherish, covet, seek

An elixir to cure

My voice

From your honey-crusted hide

Pulled drum stick taught/to beat my heart

Against your face/the facts

Are nearby/tomorrow

You may recall

How you never stood a

Chance/meeting up

Against my skin, moon, starry eyes

After midnight before

The croon, swoon

My lover, I made you/on one

Occasion/two different

memories

Three choices

The other guys never stood a chance.

From the left seat I can see that you were right

11 Nov

I reside in heavens

when we fly it’s very clear

the bigger organism we

are apart of/from up

here/now vision clouded

with/by ether, our lives below

the bible thumping belt, so rare

did you think I wasn’t looking when you quietly ordered

yourself back into submission from the menu

or was that for those to whom you say life is good like comfort food for breakfast

on saturday just before noon in our pajamas with the radio playing/the smell of grease

and gasoline in your hair, citrus on the wind

real maple syrup and bacon/your favorite

race on television. We did things

on that leather couch that would embarrass the children if they existed

we spooned entire days into a bowling ball bag

you won/lost, as if we had nothing

more important to do than touch each other until we did

or maybe we only manufactured that/you

came down from your mountain-top to pull me up

and I was so grateful I gave you things

to desire instead

of me/but when I called down to you from mine

you couldn’t hear me any more

than when I used to tell you

I had a dream

in the night/you reached

out for me from your

fear of light/sleepers

women pilots

weak people

distrust

and we would fly

blindly, madly

in love with passenger seats, advanced

stall warning recovery

whether predictions

down-shifting, flights planned

restricted/visual ceiling fan rules

taking precedence under the covers

your feet my pedals

clutching, crabbing

our forte

negative g-forced

free fall

Best Coffee Ever

26 Oct

You drilled a hole in my head this morning

fresh ground just barely

boiling you pressed

your forehead against

the mines, our minds

quarried

parece las piedras preciosas

con leche

and honey,

there’s nothing cliche about that

Piedras

Mine the heart, mind the head.

A man, a plan – Panama

14 Oct

Damn, if he doesn’t look just like you

He will

I left room in my life for someone

Like you

Planned your life

In spite of

Or despite

Someone like me

Maybe now that she sees

How happy you are

She will

Come back

In time

You might too

Eventually, someday, maybe

She might find

A man with a plan

Same as me

With a little cut-out in the shape of a heart

Just like hers

So she can close the book

Slide it back into the empty spot

Where it belongs

And be content

With someone

Just like

We planned

jardin botanica

aibohphobia n. The fear of palindromes.

Cuánto

10 Oct

How much can I miss you
Cuánto te extraño

no matter how the day goes
aunque no el dia se pase

I long for you each evening
te deseo cada noches

and every morning when I awake
y despierto todas las mañanas

my heart is full of you once more
reponer mi corazón con su fe

vista al lago

How deep is the night

El Ministerio – The Ministry

6 Oct
The poet

My first Spanish/English poem

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Mi amor

Entonar en harmonia

No hay sonidos

Pero una mirada

Un roze

Y yo se

Afinidad

Divinidad

Soy atraida

Hacia ti

Hacia nosotros

Tu cara tocando mi cara

Tus ojos me dan

Mi alma te recibe

My love

In harmony

There is no sound

But a look

A touch

And I know

Affinity

Divinity

I’m drawn to it

To you

To us

Your face touches my face

Your eyes give to me

My soul receives you

Call for Help

4 Oct

You just barged in

On my glass-faced

50’ bamboo shoot

With permission from

Your uncle, the baker

Closed down up top

Schools out

Foods on, the table

Turned legs up

For liberty

You sat in on my sit in

Trampled my tiles

With your horse feet

Cut up besides

Boracho barbers

I can hear the chewing

In my sleep

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