Hangover

The brain pulses,
convulsing and full of
conversations,
always wondering when
the pulsing may end.

All the lengths of Time
have passed, mercilessly
sliding by without
signals of dissipation
or any kind of peace.

Tiny twists of fate
bloom upward,
inventing again what
was lost in the
silences now melted.

The catharsis of this
fate combines with
the uncertainties hidden
behind closed hearts
and in empty bottles.

When will the cycle
break- when will the
sour feeling of
solitude and weakness
burn out, finally hydrated?

With these winds
Comes Green and Color
and a peaceful
resolution to a night filled
with disorder, Calm’s opposite.

Now, maybe with some
water and a few sprinkles
of interest, the aftereffect
will cease, after years of
wondering when.

Solitude and sour sweat
can be replaced with
equilibrium, position,
all in flower beds that
peek up from Hades.

Still yet, a cure-all is
never found. Night sweats
and early mornings
do nothing to contain
misplaced passions.

The earth is still thawing
and April’s attempts to
sober up the landscape
prove in earnest and
without due appreciation.

All that can cure these
trembles of uncertainty
is the patience Fate
gives as the petals turn
to face the Sun.

The heart cannot remain
hungover forever-
the buzzing fades, the
flowers grow upward,
the dizziness disappears.

Spring Fights

Splash some Spring on
our pale faces.

Just spit it right into
my eyes- go on!

Fight me based on
pesky inhibitions,

We’ve been asleep
for countless days.

Wounds heal faster
when the Sun is out.

Shake it off, let it bleed,
step outside and see.

Stop whining and stop
dancing without contact.

Cowardice is an ice,
the thaw is here, and sunny.

Splash the blood of
Spring all over, messy.

Failure

I was meant to have more love than this
and yes even I, am nostalgic.
Frailty may be my antithesis, and frivolity
my adoration, my Great While Whale;
but even I feel its stab, its puncture.

She sat sadly pondering, scheming of
plots to seduce and get lost in.

Schemes came and went, generally
haphazardly and without much regret.

This became its own homeostasis
a perfect perpetual inquisition.

It was a failure to realize that love
only lasts as long as it lasts, no more.

B

You remind me
and always have,
of the letter B.

Straight back,
big head, big
belly, big baby.

Broodish and
brown, often a
big bother.

You, little bee,
always busy and
annoyingly bright.

Rechazar

Respóndeme sin palabras, diciéndome que me has amado
por siempre.

Dime que te enloqueces pensando en mi cuerpo, boca, ojos,
con lujuria.

Ruégame que te ame, que sigamos enamorados, ciegos y
sin razones.

Regálame porquerías que yo luego quiera tirar al basurero,
con risa.

Dame la oportunidad de rechazarte, de ignorarte, brava y
con fuerza.

Defiéndete con llantos y declaraciones antiguas, amenazando
sin poder.

Vuélvete loco por mí, destrozado por amor y rechazo, cubierto
de lagrimas.

Flying through Clouds

Sugar-caked clouds
lay shadows on petrified ground
keeping the pieces frozen.

Mirroring outer Space,
these saccharine beasts
float in the air, hesitant to dissipate.

Flying through a layer of cosmic stuff,
the clouds, now beneath,
braid together, softly white and infinite.

Travelling from one end to the other
is like time travel, directionless
and sweetly unbounded.