Rain Shower
>> Thursday, April 3, 2008
I walk under the rain
bare,
naked.
Imagine
each rain drop
is a sword.
Untitled 18
>> Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Frogs shade on
Wide swords of pond;
Waiting for the rainfall.
Totem
>> Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Ivory totem of biblical promise glistening,
mortal scepter of Adam from
this paradise’s sadness.
Totem of ivory white; white
breasts with perfect nipples red,
they displayed her inside Plato’s
ancient cavern.
Bathe her a half-naked slave on the
river of “his” story, circling
circle of immaculate tyranny!
Yellow Flower
>> Saturday, March 29, 2008
Slow, majestic moving
so vivid, I woke up earth seeing,
a woman’s honey-sweet
yellow flowering.
Her fresh flower of yellow,
moistened with dew and rain,
after a whole night’s kisses with
her lover-moon.
Merriment of Sam
>> Wednesday, March 26, 2008
merrily, merrily,
Sam
went up the
lofty tree,
to his
merriment,
on earth,
he
left his
purpled feet!
Sam
went up the
lofty tree,
to his
merriment,
on earth,
he
left his
purpled feet!
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Pinked Eyes
>> Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Cottoned pink,
her dress embroidered,
tightly, Oh so tightly
over her milked sultry flesh.
Obviously she loved pink!
Oh yes, pinkish she does…
For my eyes, angelic eyes
pinkly turned to be,
though undressed, already
she was!
The Farmer
>> Monday, March 24, 2008
I’m a lowly peasant bathe in sun,
combing the sweet earth of my father Adam.
Come and see, and feel, and taste this land,
from the sweat of my brows I become
man-divine!
Apples and Oranges
>> Thursday, March 20, 2008
I showed you red
and also, did you.
Apples red sweet
I offered you,
and also you did
offered red apples to me.
You whispered: These are not
tastier if only seen.
So you ate the apples
of juicy red I gave thee,
and so, did I. Ate the
juicy red flesh from you.
Then it’s you I told sweetly:
Indeed, apples were the sweet
juicy red you gave me.
But to me you screamed: No, they’re oranges!
Bells and Coconuts
>> Wednesday, March 12, 2008
(For Jose Garcia Villa)
He loves ripe coconuts
Unfortunately, I do not
It’s bells of gold I hold
And play and adore.
Yet, love pure, true, divine
Make coconuts and bells only one.
Ah, we both love
Ripe bells and golden coconuts!
Untitled 8
>> Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Wooden table cradling,
Lamp in time flickering;
Fireflies dance with fire!
Untiled 6
>> Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Mixed in reddish earth,
Tragedy trying to sleep itself;
Always exhumed from its
forced slumber,
Every time a pointed iron combs,
Forefathers' wearied face of land
Untitled 7
>> Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Drops of rain over
Rice field of clay,
Bathing man’s sacred
nakedness.
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