Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking...

The greatest Americans have not been born yet they are waiting patiently for the past to die.

They say that I am a poetI wonder what they would say if they saw me from the inside I bottleemotions and place them into the sea for others to unbottle ondistant shores I am...

She stuck a bookmark in his heart and walked away.

The wind is the moon’s imagination wandering.

the greatest Americanshave not been born yetthey are waiting patientlyfor the past to die

We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness. We trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very...

…We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter. We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall...

she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away

I presented my feminine side with flowers. She cutthe stems and placed them gently down my throat.And these tu lips might soon eclipse your brightesthopes.

Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun

When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyleatop some crumbling building,spring to lifea resuscitated angel.

For all the ghosts and corpses that shall never know the breath of our childrenso longfor the sacrifice and endurance of our mothers and the sustained breath of our fatherswe live

i laced my shoes with sorrowand walked a weary roaddead end streetsdon’t come undonewith double knots wing tipped shoesthat walk on airthrough vacant lots

this is her body this is her blood

I am no earthling. I drink moonshine on Marsand mistake meteors for stars ’cause I can’t holdmy liquor. But I can hold my breath and ascendlike wind to the black hole and play galaxophoneson the...