"We hide behind sheets of words and sometimes find comfort on wearing them proudly. I have unbowed my bloody head with the things I have killed and revered what I have immortalized. I will continue to shield, maim, murder, pine, ponder and slave over the very words that force itself out of my body but leave its hand clutched on my still beating heart."

-Darrel Pobre

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Awash


let me love you with a sunset
painted all over this island sky
under the single tree-shore
where angels wedge between
our sandy feet
we glide through waves
and water gleefully welcomes 
our hesitant arrival
you said the trickling sweat 
on my left arm tastes poetic
i lift my head and sunlight
washes over memory
the sky is just the right pantone blue
the sea is a serving spoon
that hands use
to keep palms from sweating 
out our destined differences
sands cover our lines
and rushing water keep
things under her skirt
I float, quietly balanced on
sea, arms stretched out
in crucifixion

12.03 Noon
04.20.2014


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Till you open your eyes


there are things that are best  felt
with eyes closed
somehow, you feel the slices of light
kissing you harder for the second, third time
the treble of the bass
footsteps of someone walking away
scraping your tongue with volatile
words that burst into flames
only to be doused again with a wall of stars
filling you up from someone else's mouth
too close to see the face
when the rest of your body 
is full of intent 
gripped by movement
you are jerked and jolted
pulled in by whispers, 
tasteful murmurings, 
shoulder and hips and leg
writing novels on your skin
and you flinch in darkness
the arriving scent of ascension
that rise and fall and pounding
of rib cage against rib cage
the feeling of being lost
in layers of blind freedom
hands raised in surrender
face coming up for air
salty water crawling up your sky
an acupuncture of rain


 01.11 AM
04.17.14