We Think In Idiom, We Hear in Code

If I watch the sun creep

over an enemy's cropped head,

the inglorious glow

of the thing will never light

him afire as I so deeply wish.

I observe that same light

cresting over the humidity

of my love. All its energy--

bombardier rays breaching

through her and the rest

of the crowd at the same

live moment that sound

becomes melody.

I trace the notes upon

their skins but can never

read the secret messages,

each as untranslatable

to foreign minds

as the next.

on the shuttle

from terminal d

to b, temporarily

delayed with happy

civilians waiting

to whisk themselves

away to summers

in the northeast,

picnics in Millennium

Park, a face

of the 82nd airborne

stands close by.

We keep our

grips on the balancing

posts, but his hand

holds so much more

determination.

I want to be with you

in all that chaos.

Where newborns sound

the dreadful cry of each

new day and relatives

who actually relate

can appreciate our

musical taste and

the way my yearning

stare complements

your enduring smile.

I would prove myself

to you again, this time

with a calculating

sense of what's deserved.

They would see it too,

in the way we laid

and danced from

each of your memories

in that far-off land

together.

tengo que practicar.


la fantasia

mira la sal,
como forma galaxia
en tu barriga.
asi empieza la fantasia.

somos el espiritu
infinito de esos
cuerpos celestes
con sus pecadores

microscopicos. es
tiempo ya para el
juicio final. la decision
es inundacion

por limon que
cae por cielo,
desde la mano
que trae mundo nuevo.

mira la luna,
que dice ya no quiero
ver los dos demas-
iado separados.

el toma medidas
aliado con nuestra
estrella al lado
de su cabeza

para ubicarnos,
y seguir el cuento
de hadas nuestro,
gusto a fresa.