lunes, 16 de diciembre de 2013

uncertainty



Certain that certain
eyelashes flutter
the entire history of an era,

I've walked these streets,
fearless, regardless
of the so-called state
of affairs.

For I am a poet;
one who is not stalling,
or stalking the skies
to open; merely
a beast
with a tongue,
certain
that my true name
is milk,
spellbound
by the dumbfounding
glitter of awe,

certain
that certain
eyelashes flutter
the entire history

of an era.




lunes, 2 de diciembre de 2013

you



What was once
unblemished,
is now

a heart-shaped stain
in god's eye,
while she fondles
herself;

and you,
darling,
are but her
softest, sweetest
sigh.