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Adieu, Jorellie
And this shall be my last goodbye.
Do not leave your door— even your windows,
The leaks in your ceiling open for my voice
Seal your heart for if I come to return to your hands
The pieces of my heart wrapped in your shirt
I shall think...
From Pedro to Juan
That night, that second,
when you were dying a thousand deaths
in my arms, I pulled my left hand from your waist
and lifted the bottle of San Miguel Beer on the table
and poured its remaining content all over me.
Then I, à la gremlin, multiplied into...
First Love
From the morning to the evening
Fresh young hearts were set to burning
With desire; pain and sadness yet to know.
He my lover first to waken
Mind and body, my heart taken,
Then set to match, see how the embers glow.
My hand he takes and places
On his...
Daemon and Dreamer
You are the Past
I’ve annihilated
To save
Myself.
In my slumber
You took root
Inside me
Against my will,
Tangled tentacles
Of a poisoned love
Long dead.
I ripped out
Your tortured spirit
To exorcise you
From my consciousness.
In you
My absence
Became an emptiness
That screams
In silence.
The echoes resonate
In my soul -
The half of me
That dwells in you.
Yet...
Flores para los muertos
Tired eyes shut in deep slumber
Glass beads wound
Around clasped hands
I dare not disturb her peace
The flickering light
Of mourning candles
Bring back memories
Of cold gray mornings
Apo baket keeping watch
Beside the three-stone hearth
Inabel blanket wrapped
Around her bony frame
I catch a whiff
Of her nicotine breath
As she massages...
A New Year resolution
Is it imperative to run through along
when the countdown starts at ten, until I take
the plunge, bring myself forward,
ask which intent yields the least red flags
I come undone to commit a list of selves
I desire being for the year approaching
and learn: this self,...
