Talk me

#3 Talk me

Can’t lose
her grip,
smash my
lips, I
assure
you of your immortality.
Column of smoke
existential
very old
thicker than texts,
proud and dark.
Tastes similar,
talks lonelier,
burning conversation.
Finish your drink.

Hide my violet

Abandon Now (Series)

December 8, 2012

#1 Hide my violet

Come closer to the fiction
of mosquito bites
keeping you alive in the blood.
Wrinkled and grey,
tormented by the staircase that
vanishes upwards,
nowhere but the smoke of centuries,
bundled up and hurried
denying an eye,
forcing an answer
as the lips bled, ran dry.
Meeting the corner of the roof,
black and certain,
cunning of the smoke that
hides my violet from me.

Crooked

October 28, 2012

#10 Crooked

Last words were please …please … please
all inside my honeycomb, my pretty bomb
exploded in multiples of self respect, an evaluation
of a strong autumn, a period of indolence.
Caught crazy in a loop of apologetic looks,
lost the map, lame purpose of writing another hopeless
night with a crooked light on my face.

Dodge

October 27, 2012

#9 Dodge

Through food bills torn and crushed, cars parked all over my street,
painted feelings of this glass, I dodge and duck, all the fire,
metal pieces thrown at my imaginary self, projected outside my window,
regain the handkerchief of sanity, wasted in rain light -
every room, a grave for future, the dust of dilemma.

Brownout

September 12, 2012

#8 Brownout

Burnt myself brown, darker than shoe-polish stains,
hydrocarbons aromatic, cyclic and nauseating . Smiled back
at the bushes, pockets of empty. Escaping from the
forest of burning trees and the thick smoke of bees, towards
the water source - the trickle of life.

Soundproof

#7 Soundproof

Realists think that we can’t hear what they think
about us. I’m sure that we heard her sulk, more than
once and  every time she swallows her shortcomings,
we pretend as if no pin has ever dropped, no heads
have ever turned in constant silence.