Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Federico, Pepe, y Clotilde

Federico, Pepe y Clotilde
fuentes brotantes semilla y siembra
eso pa delante que tiene que ver
esperate es tarde no se repetir
caminaban payaseros tintan
enchinan la sombra busca su bien
la pared de la escombra
vuela conoce distincciones, fue,
cabrones cartones destruye en caer
mulen a la inocencia a reir sonreir
plasticas gestos escultos malignos
dan en la vista eco mania ruir
a los ojos de belleza escurren
este de peor poder a suficiencia

Friday, July 24, 2015

University

The Ivy in the gardens at college
growing in the planters entwined within
sway with the hems of the pedestrians
walking side by side or across the lawns
the music that it makes how when and then
my thoughts as they travel forward again
go back to the same pair of legs and arms
carrying books in the shade of time
where as before they return and assess
the rituals of education less
than the education itself and past
sacrifices that are nothing but blessed
whatever it cost or came without
wanting, it makes me who I am and Not.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

A Flower like a Circle

the flower is a circle made of truth
woven in the leaf parchment alphabet
by an abstract expression of its worth
when beauty was ineffable at first
and stood as itself the pattern of earth
spun from the same light fiber loom like wool
but softer far softer than soft can touch
drawn from liquid crystal dewdrops of dew
and sifted through the wooden green iris
with which light sees itself in its image
beauty is an after-thought adage
the flower is the answer in the dark
when nothing can be seen but the darkness.

Friday, July 3, 2015

SOUL MYSTERY

string of the moment and pearl of the past
these are the beautiful things that I have
signs of the letters brought to inhabit
the power, the patent, the attachment
linked across two objects of their beauty
which has for its purpose design and joy
movement that is tranquil and rests at will
along the outlines of the roses
invisible to themselves to behold
of lovely form for everybody else
alone in the absence of the other
yet the River of Time that traverses
the shore of my greatest mystery, soul,
destined before the winds begin to blow.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

SUNNY PARTIAL SHADE

I walk to the corner for aspirin
crossing the sidewalk as it bisects me
the people all occupied with being
careful and cautious afraid to be seen.


I, too, wish I were more invisible
that the plunge in the maelstrom fingers
like a violin that becomes myself
played by a sound wave along a quiver


Silent orchestra, hour of stillness,
a vessel as celestial as a star
brimming in a whole and part mystery
the sacred noon hour has passed and filled


Taking two drops from a symptom of pain
to answer the pressure of life again.

HANDSOME ROSE

The petal-shaped hand, its dichodral leaf
remembers so well that it panics to speak
and with words of upturned blossoms it says
the answering of love is beautiful
part of the hand and from the open palm
is the litmus of a flower blessed truth
to love is to love by every value worth
beauty at once is beauty forever
the world is a rose pined in the hour
when it first broke through ether to descend
from the birth of its origin’s bower
through the rose with its form as its power
circling with the eye of the crown of thorns
piercing yellow pollen horn for the world

VIOLET PURPLE BLUE

The pastel tint warmed in milk of the moon
woven from astros from oceans the loom
that it fulfills in its culmination
body to soul to everything fathom
the eggshell existence carapace home
as extends to its free freedom free form
and for that pure reason the purple blooms
like a bubble between waves of fusion
the unanswered question is an answer
absolutely anything appears One
as it nurtures a mirror opened Poem
sheer celestial heather heaven on Earth
flowering in the gifts of its Glory