First-born Tendency “I’ll barrio as well those in South Bronx.” Ruben Estrada I wish the two of you held a closer bond. Truth is I don’t know your history, your son may not either. Why you left him at a young age. Your family love…
Category: Miscellaneous
Overdose
I spit your pills out like bullets I hope they hurt bouncing off your face red, black, purple and it’s all the fucking same depressing little theories life: a little game You poisoned me for a moment trying to force the pills in again bring…
Let us, Let us
Let us, Let us Fall on the mat floor grasping, twirling in a fashion but controlled, reaching for arm and ankle. To submit the body, to free the soul. Let us, Let us Sprawl against takedowns or plant a knee on the ground, pushing and…
This tastes like…
Watch out for the bubblegum – its flavor, watermelon or strawberry, long Ago popped away into a tiring state, set to Labotomize the cement, filled with its own troubles of cracks and Krakens the city refuses to maintain. Instead, they invest that money in themselves and…
Prayer to Professor
Professor Helio Please Even if we start on our knees Have us roll hard to please (and) Honor your legacy (by) Ruining these gis.
Rescue Remedy
I continued through the dust and debris Hearing voices, faint and unrecognizable Adults, children, trapped Had I left them in my memory that long? Were they me? Am I saving myself? I swear I didn’t mean to leave you there When my multi-story…
Textbook Ezekiel
Power’d down, no hope to shrimp Comes down heavy, the crash of a blimp Gi’d arms go in, carotid crimped Gurgle for breath, body goes limp
Saturday Stroll
Out at dawn Her favorite trail Open, before her Soles, strumming the dirt she finds a rhythm Her heart, picks up the beat Lifting her face to the sky She smiles Inhaling deeply Fresh Air Sunshine the path varies Shadows cast…
Along the Way
POEM 06 I have strolled this path many a morning. My daily constitutional I choose to call it. The suns above the horizon already drying the dew. The red squirrels already having a fit. Sometimes my pace is hurried. My mind won’t grasp a thought….
Moving Along on Foot
Before finally giving up jogging, the voice of a 5 yo had asked out loud why I was running so slowly. I stubbornly sped up for a quick burst to leave her and mother behind. On my longer runs I used to encounter a very…