late post

I had written a couple poems yesterday and fell asleep in the process without posting. So this late post is for yesterday.


It is

because I am selfish

that I want to leave


Your apathy

draws vestiges

of leftover caring


I scrape the bowl

and find it





i want and need you to consume me

take my senses and burn them

take my flesh and caress as you


here are a few thoughts


we’re never quite sure how pieces fit, but

we’re here, aren’t we?


i long for you

as day bleeds

line per line into black,

orange, and

i want your fingers

dragging along my skin

like we haven’t done it enough

i want your scent

taste  texture  heat

stamped  imprinted  indefinite

defined all over me.

i want your impression

to leave deep reverberations

into the ugliest parts of me

again and again

without seeing

they scorched my eyes away

no longer could i see

the curve of your face

read the books of old

understand a stranger’s gaze

but for a better part of a moment

i believed to be free

void of self-consciousness

instead it was whispers

the scrape of chairs, shuffle and

d   r   a   g  of feet which clued me in

or kept me excluded

the odd one

obviously, stuck out

so did i ever have sight, truly?




let me uncover the tendrils
of your dark brown hair
how it curls along your cheekbones
i want to witness
you fragment into disrepair
gasping, gaping holes

because you’re made of WoW moments,
Hearthstone decks align
updates, stats, gear, criteria
aim for perfection
whereas i’d never even try

but we’re just floating
out there on our own respective
private sad places
and we try to mirror, create
our own type of home
that warms the in between spaces

Skyline Contemplation

Padre nuestro

Que estás en el cielo



Smog fills the air

And along the skyline

Is the leaden breeze



Santficado sea tu Nombre


Although gasoline fills windpipes

And disposition may remain

A bit drowsy



Padre nuestro, venga tu reino

Hágase tu voluntad

en la tierra

como en el cielo



There’s only the flash of red,

Breaking, churning of

Wheels on pavement

Swerving on turns



Danos hoy, nuestro pan

de cada día

perdona nuestras ofensas

como también nosotros perdonamos, senior

a los que nos ofenden.



Praying for everything to stay

In its lane

In its place



No nos dejes caer en tentación

y líbranos del mal.



Despite difficulties

Life’s mal cosas

I’m glad for these tidbits of relief

Holding out on that long drive

For revelation to strike.



Todo honor y toda gloria por los siglos de los siglos. Amen.


(Disclaimer: I don’t speak Spanish, but I think the Lord’s Prayer in Spanish is beautiful. Also, this is a revised version of Padre Nuestro.)