keeping

i found m------ in a bed of yellow
sleeping
and at the same moment
fighting the clock for more tocks.

he told me last night
that there was a thing called "time"
and that all we could ever do
is wait.

the rising of the sun and
rotation of the earth
said as much.

16 mayo (antigua)

new mexico

his long, blonde hair
covers half his brow
which looks quite like
that sweet baby face of the Dreamers.

last night at sleepy hollow,
he danced with closed eyes,
kept the brightness of the light away from his blues.
we held each other*s hands
and he spun around, either
remembering or forgetting


28 abril

night song

so sweet to hear the night
all alone
as its procession plays the soft
chirping of crickets, the barking of
feral dogs, the buzzing of
beetles.

it plays to the rhythm of guatelupe¨s flame
and the burning of incense blessed by an unknown monk.

this chorus is the waxing moon¨s
and yours alone.


30 abril

blind

she asked about you and i said i was still in
but that my eyes still wandered about,
never know where to look.
sometimes they move up towards the
23rd parallel
searching but don't really find anything.
and when i hear voices that remind
me of the sound of your telephone voice,
it brings me back to last summer,
of falling.
so i guess it really means that i'm still
idle in a way
, but only when it comes to things
that i haven't put enough miles in between.
maybe if i settle at the point that is furthest
from where your rest your head,
then

19 abril

oakland

la luna es llena
lit the whole way home
and into bed where i
just wanted to close my eyes.

i could hear you laugh
from underneath those lights,
as i walked backwards on a hill
to see if i could see the shape of pedro's face
(barely).

the streets echoed
as they shouted, "otra! otra!"
while you beat your strings for all those bodies
ready to move
to the shake of your gypsy voice.

7 abril