intentions

Drug of Time

Automata
eject the unconscious
under the wild smear
of the event

anger
a coil
like a spin
on the axis
of regret

together
like the skies
change as the seasons
of our fears

waiting
while creating
the future
that entertains us
like a drug
in the mouth
of time

 

Modern Poetry Blog

exit to enter

Gate to heart

All that I prophesy

is the way the world
spirals unto itself

there
space and dream
hibernate into consciousness

the product of my speech
is the withdrawal of meaning
in words
from reality to possibility

multiplying the interior
by tearing asunder
every perception
into further
fragments

ultimately
I have noise
as fur over the idea
of myself

beauty
sideways to phenomena
precipitates
towards the pinpoint
of         my
    heart

 

 

Modern Poetry Blog

uno de mis viajes

Idea Dizzy

 

 

Una idea
de cuatro puertas
se estacionó en el paisaje
de mi futuro
entré en ella
me ajusté el cinturón de lógica
y empezó a conducir
en círculos
como cuando dibujo garabatos
en infinito en el aire,
la incauta idea
se detuvo al pie
de una paradoja
me obligó bajarme
y nauseabundo vomité
sobre los regazos del silencio;
cuando miré atrás
la idea viajaba por el otro lado de mi cordura,
no me quedó otra que pagar un taxi
para regresar
al asilo
de la
ignorancia.  

Blog de Poesía Moderna

never mind

Never Mind Mask

there are rare days
that begin
with orchestras crying my eyes
colors dripping memories
city strolls in mammoth steps
I carry pocket-sized chaos
on my shoulder, pretending to be a pirate
on the sea of modernity,
off we sail
into the wind
as plastic wrap
buoyant on meaninglessness

there are rare days
that begin
with suspension points
calmly insinuating that
life is passing by

there are rare days
that begin
with tiny airplanes tied to the tips
of my fingers
seems like I’m about to take off
but then I remember
the anchors tied to my toes
that sink me
into
never mind.

 

Modern Poetry Blog

desde la calle vi el valle

Del valle amplio
extenso en cuna
de naturaleza
un paisaje de infinita zozobra
una apertura en el abierto
de la percepción
insondable distancia en instancia
de mis dedos a la punta
todo lo que no soy
de mundo a sueño
el abismo es mi luz
en la oscuridad del terreno
que es extensión
de todo lo que las palabras
no llegan a
comprender. . .

 

 

Poesía Siglo XXI

out comes

puking poetry

By time
I was aware
the puke was everywhere spreading
like the universe
I could see traces
of yellow
and acid
pain spiraled in
this was suffering
but I
emptied
free of content
overtook space
as a substitute
to
existence.  

Nihilistic Poetry Blog

distorción

intangible cloud

Dame                                 un                      minuto

                  para                                   desvestir

                                          el

                                        exterior

de                                      su                     tangibilidad;

                  ya                                           no

                                       importa

                ¿qué                     es               real?

                                            lo

                                          único

                por                                        hacer

en                                      este                        segundo

                es                                          revelar

                                           todo

                             lo                     irreal.

 

 

Poesía NIHILISTA

finger points

dream of rain

 

  because the wind grows my nails
I sit this evening
on the ledge of an ancient
mystery
the rain is the dream of the present
the noise of rock
of my bones –
penumbra is the rejoining of fragments
in this quiet atmosphere
speech is green grass returning
to the distant seed
because the wind has fed from
these thoughts of dimension
I am bottom
of the
           pendulum life

 

Modern Poetry