seldom does a wolf cry out
for dogs as companions
sometimes a pack is
more important than
breed or bloodline
when the moon is
uncertain and
you can’t sleep
even though
the windows
are open
seldom does a wolf cry out
for dogs as companions
sometimes a pack is
more important than
breed or bloodline
when the moon is
uncertain and
you can’t sleep
even though
the windows
are open
i watched him place it
with care upon the player
turntable spinning backwards
taking me back in time
raised arms steeped us in music
looking for hidden pictures
on the colorful covers
adding doodles to make it mine
lyrics repeating until
memorized, the song was owned
listening for secret sounds
that made it onto the tracks
switching speeds to change the mood
lip synching to known scratches
all the things he would never know
in quite the same way
i love that he took great care
slipping it back in the paper sleeve
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she keeps licking
the underbelly of
the cerulean dragon
to see if he
will breathe fire
for her
so far
the friction of
two small sticks
is the only reward
Do you have to make a beast angry?
here lies the brain spill
vocabulary words
hirsute, fealty, solecism
gone
differential equations
logic tumbling out
if this keeps happening
then
there goes the names
people met, lost
the future might hold
reintroduction
emotions too bid adieu
doubt, sadness, fear
leaving room for others
hopeful
creating space to work
till soil, plant seed
making way for spring’s
growth
a window with a broken seal
me caught between the glass
looking in, then peering out
sweat rolling down the pane
polishing up the outside
the fog will still remain
running hot, cold, humid
Driving past forgotten houses
I remember from tree roots when
Life was bursting with family
Mariachi songs filled our bellies
Abuelita didn’t come to visit us
Wisdom simply resided upstairs
Leaves whispering across the breeze
Decoding the immigrant speech
Then Grandma was sent away
She could only swear in Spanish
Sure that we had hidden her baby boy
Though the bough had broken long ago
Captured by an American disease
That called an institution home
Swinging from severed limbs
While screaming for her lost son
sometime i dance
on a pin’s head
wondering
would it be easier
to thread a needle
sew the lid shut
but the music
it would still be calling
my muse appeared
with sand dusted feathers
said she had wrangled
the beast i’m always chasing
upstairs, downstairs
across a sleepy town
it made my eyes feel heavy
like a quilt of cotton batting
had been laid across my lids
peace of elders withered arms
wrapped tight around
my tired soul
she made no promises
just told me to sleep
like daytime’s chores
then look for her tomorrow
today i met winter on the road
both dressed in disguise
spring day & young girl
pretending dry leaves
were buds about to pop
melting snow making way
for early crocus blooms
window down, music up
love yet to be discovered
sun beat teasing rhythm
upon our peacock breasts
as we danced
sunset our final curtain