My phantom… made of atoms… born from a woman’s womb just like me. We were ignorant, but blissful… no sight of any missile coming for our throats – guess that’s how the story goes. My phantom… once my anthem… singing on a living room couch nightly. Now taxes, taste, and tattletales some- how got in […]Read more "– will we be? –"
My former crush has a new job now, won’t come back ’round today. Happy, then sappy, not gladly but madly feeling some type of way. One chance to throw my first love in his face has spiraled down the drain. One shot to flaunt my first love in his face may as well been in vain. ~ Karma could […]Read more "– karma, big and bad –"
What gorgeous hands molded you all? My eyes long to know the answer. Bold with wonder, I cling to fantasy of wandering over and under all that you three possess. Forgive those unfortunate, foolish, ungrateful, and blind enough to not recognize royalty right in front of them. I will not be one who takes any of you for granted. […]Read more "– susana, gabriel, verdugo –"
Where is the point of no return on this road of riches made from rags, refunds for our excessed bags, us two existential fags? We flash warning signals, giving tingles, yet we mingle with our eyes on this path, looking to make love last, so why run away if the best may indeed come? But if we […]Read more "– why run away? –"
Through text, you told me, unfolding truth from your hot veins, that reins could ease a bit if I modified my- self-just-a little bit… and through text, I nodded, had gotten down on that cold slab, a jab I took for love and to apply real help-so-I could commit, but between drinks and drunken tears, […]Read more "– will you stop me from dreaming? –"
Yes, the colors of the on-again/off-again strands woven into your mane are a much-welcomed touch to your aesthetic and to the world’s. Your fins, at times made of spandex, other times made of cotton, are fluorescent and a foreshadowing of the songs hidden beneath your depth. While your voice may not be […]Read more "– mermaids are real –"
I play pretend in my realm of Technicolor daydreaming. On the schedule this evening, the compelling saga of two foreigners, aliens to the Earth, plotting against all odds to seize it for themselves. The tag team engages in secret language, coded wording known only to them. They scheme… they conspire… they send kissy-face and heart […]Read more "– darling & handsome –"