Friday, August 21, 2015

On Perspicuity

Almost true:
A flimsy promise 
I suspect it was known, that
your plan was homegrown

I, a nescient botanist
archetypal fool

You convinced me to campaign
For a weed,
as if, 
it were a flower.
Illusion of ardor 
Hooked to the bait

I did not know that 
Intrigue is everything,
only when it has nothing to hide.
Veneers are like shams that lie on sofa beds
to hide our seminal stains. 
They are not pleasurably mysterious 
like curtains that open to a frank world,
eager for breathtaking. 

Thank you for exfoliating
my naiveté:
I was mistaken, I
Confused inscrutability with challenge.

Even so, 
it is a new age now:
“l’amour nouveau”
We are patrons of candidness. It
flows uninhibitedly, just as natures do.

Mountains are proudly scaled by those who
saw their preeminent peaks
Long before 

trading in for better shoes.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

In Passing

If you will not tarry,
Let me tell you in passing:
A calloused hand is harder to hold

But far more worthy. 

Wednesday, August 5, 2015


Speaking your heart to a cool lover
Is, perhaps, like being skinned alive. 
You are vulnerable, and more than naked 
More so
Juxtaposed by their armored habits
Unto which acid could be spilled, 

You are hardy too.
Or not anymore?
Well, usually, some spilled orange juice
Would not hurt you--
But today, on raw, gleaming skin
It sears.

Are you afraid to pine?
Do you understand the beauty of

which have a way of making
All the world brighter 
Uncovering all its hidden philosophy:
Even a juice bottle will tell you 
separation is normal. 


A bottle of dead fruit-- a bottle!
--Taught me
To think to myself,
When I am crying:
"This is
just to shake it well; 
we will drink
in a quick moment. 
Maybe, if I draw the salt in my body up to
My eyes
It will mix things up inside."

The drink is much sweeter,
For just a moment 
Of shaking it up. 

An aside:
Is that why 
they say 
we must
the moment?"

Living in the moment
Just means 
Remembering that tears 
Make you sweeter. 

Well, I just lived a moment 
cast aside. With you.

Pining makes me reflective
In all these pretty ways
And so 
You are perfect 
Not for loving me,
For my love.

The wisest lovers do not say 
"The greatest love is one that 
lights the sky up," 
They say it makes 
A breakfast beverage richer than 
Red hook's treasure;
And we all know that it's
Hard to be unhappy
In a rich world.