To Reap the Rear View

 --
an early harvest moon, fullness
a mere skip & jump closer to equinox
than midsummer's buzz

mercury retrograde stalls in haze
soaking urgent cricket chirp
under whirling constellations

another piece in a shapeless puzzle?
--

Autumn Falls

 --
the welcoming drizzle gives the lie
to the names of the season

gliding on the shifting gusts
to costume your face
en llanto postizo
that cools the unfinished sermons
of your caffeine Sunday
--

Test of Age

 --
no respite nor company
no routing clues or refuge
no source no destination

no tracks no guiding light
no mentor no tradition
no wilderness but man-made threats

no allies no support
no comrades no supplies
no adversaries except blood relations

no contact for a soothing touch
no mirror gaze no rubbing home
no grating questions in your voice

no voice no cry no measured sound
no history for our senses
anymore or less the same
--

Highland Fling, 1990

 --
I'm your brainy pig, crude in silence
Nothing else

Sunk in useless knowledge: ENajenaDO

(Between one big love & another
your strength turned
the trick of owning my bluff
in a mirror of shameless burn)

Miss you every day of my so-called life
--

Ghost of a Voice

 --
ALL YOU MOB
sinking weight shaping tracks in Mama soil
for random fading heartbeats
beyond your last breath
have a profile arc of life that may glow
against mine own weightless fog of words

all echoes muted, shut down & up
--

Old Fuel Trailers

 --
run down roll struck out of excuses
for sticking around
I'll hit my teen-snicker age unstuck

out of imagination that cherished
life as a synonym for exhaustion
has not run its course

a shrunken constellation
of conditions beyond
a narrower memory fit to breathe

midsummer shows the dry dark path
circling to lock in
OLD FUELS DIE HARD
--

Letra con Sangre

 --
el amor se presenta sólo como infinito túnel
de su reducción con encaje
bordado para seducirnos a la espeleología
penetrante por geologías de género
que determinan y clasifican una estructura
o armazón naturalizada

el amor que nos enlaza entre alardes o secretos
por solidaridad pasión o turbia sangre
opera según mecánicas en diagrama y códigos ocultos
que los discapacitados de la percepción sentimental
desvelamos entre rugido
añorante y mugido vergonzoso

pues desde mi tierna infancia la invocación del amor
era preludio para justificar castigo y disciplina
--
 

Navigation

 --
seek the depth of our landmass
across the wrong ocean

a turn inside out
as the wind blows its bluish skin to whitecaps

the circling blur above swoops down
to skim the crossing-- flight of ideas
home to roost, no dry land

(wrong side of the current, every twisted
mother tongue torn to shreds
by vagaries of history: yet another foul wind)
--

Raise Your Virgin Assumptions

 --
Och, you tug at these heartstrings so
they soon fly torn to shreds!

Nothing left of my saintly Ma's crumb-boy
but a trail in failures through-and-through

While the search for exits from this vale of tears
drags on and on -anon?- since age fourteen...

Confessional suicides from bad to verse
translate Catholic to universal faith
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