She sings to soundless shadows 

. .  prays with a broken halo 

I should probably leave 

but a buried love song plays in my  dizzy head 

 . . . a  running needle fallows the grove 

Beauty

only skin deep 

…

She ‘s the perfect butterfly 

You should see her when she takes to the sparkling sky 

Nothing holds her back 

I’ve seen the whole world try 

but candid flowers can not lie 

They die for her rapturous touch 

A bush…

Hail to its concrete face 

Houston city streets keep their devouring pace 

a racing matrix of mass destruction 

you do the mathematics 

it's a spiral staircase of deduction, 

a swarm of flies flirting with a garbage pile, 

rubbish set to…

Whisper nothing 

like desert cities 

laid back under majestic midnight 

in shadowed sensations 

hot chocolate raindrops scorching my heart, 

loose in laughter, unchained in my ear 

like a whirl of wind 

It turns my soul indigo 

like sunset's purple 

Men…

Fabiola burned every blue sweater 

thinking it would erase the fabricated pain 

that was her gift to wear 

woven plastic twisting into drunken flames 

folded paper curled and crinkled 

Her sunken spirit wrinkled 

in yellowed blush and then subsequently black 

…

Jewels from the hidden geography, 

description of a human surface, 

Low-pitched inclinations, immediate reality, 

. . . discharging prattle… 

My second attention unearths more of me, 

endless episodes of exploding emotions, 

. . . too many to count, catch, or…

She was upside down 

like a misused postage stamp 

stuck to a life she couldn’t believe 

I was breathing inside out 

by a firehouse 

trapped by an page too hard to read 

With moonlight eyes 

she said hello 

and walked…

She has eyes 

like those of tameless lions 

brown reflections of dark souls sleeping 

They take me like dreams. 

She’s laughing 

lids are tightening, and lashes touch 

Her eyes disappear 

and reappear, out-loud, 

returning water from a tightening tummy 

She…

Prayer before sunrise 

visualizing vivid pictures of perfect scriptures reflecting my times 

Drifting lyrics and holy spirits advancing through the limitless abyss 

I kiss my lover no sooner than she awakes 

break my rest with action 

A brisk shower 

close…

There's no one 

like you 

I've searched every single page 

for two 

Imagined myself with a crayon 

neon blue 

A shade so perfect 

 it rivaled the moon 

A play on looks in your glance 

A quick book full of speechless…

It is zen 

 A meditation of mind 

. . . grounding buoyancy 

Once up on the wordless saddle 

the cunning road is what it is, 

uneven, 

cracked, curved, buckled, wily, and crooked 

. . . snakelike 

. . . twist…

Rain splashed the traffic; 

a sea of braking red lights, 

Evening had come and gone; 

the night song was playing a concerto in E minor. 

I was in thought of you, 

waiting on a gust of wind, 

yet nothing such…