te deseo

The spark is in my hand
I got a feeling to my left
and what I left of feeling to my descent went

Each step downward surely means death
or at least the idle fruits of becoming unkept
I can’t seem to rub together a damn, and still
You wait
For it

That’s why I deliver
That’s why I do prosper
Because you hold out a hope like my own
Mine, that was tamped out and now glows weakly with
minuscule concern
Not to be depressive, but to counter your heights
I must balance us with regret

Yet I’m posturing
Yet I’m descending
further than any would want.
I’m disappointing you, and I
cannot stop.

Know, however, that in the end
I will convey
All I feel for the hopeful girl left in you

Sin embargo, en el extremo
es el fin de mundo.
Pero voy a dejar una cosa clara–
te deseo,
y por lo que se.

Tell me what else matters.

Dying Romance

It is not yet time for our infinite era of melancholy
We, still firmly rooted to soul, strive as we pull the undertow
And sting when the tide washes in to touch our wounds
Healing and redealing energy throughout us

Our roots are succumbing quickly to vapidity
We’re losing meaning for comfort
And it hurts me to see the water fleeing
And the dry promise of an unforgiving desert appearing forevermore
Ahead.

We must find a sailboat, and create ripples
We must make the world know that culture still breathes
And invigorates us so
We must let the world know.
Or give me leave, through wrinkles in time
Or a burning hole in space.

Jazz

Fingers touch metal

Back to the bases

Assuaging the eyebrow

Revealing new faces

 

I'm back, da na na na na

I'm back, da na na na na

I'm back, da na na na na

Oh yeah; I'm back, honey

 

Touch the face

That leads the hand

To greener ways

And all fine man

 

He's back, oh yeah, he's back

Oh yeah, back, he is, back, right he is

Back. Back. Back. Baby, he's back

 

Don't forget the eyes

That feed the pores

With lasting grace,

Forevermore.

 

He's back!

Virtues

Define incident

Accident

Whatever I just left a dent

Drive away, on the clock

I'll joke with them you're out sucking cock

 

J.O.B.

Things aren't free

You've got kids

While I'm free

I get it, you're struggling

Yet insist you do on juggling

Dese nuts

Hanging low

Prowling around your back door

In a dream, I did cream

And put my name in jism supreme

 

That's a font,

Google it

Just kidding, made you look

 

I'm mean when I want to be

But it's never what I mean to be

Mind and body

Focused on matter

Feel my bones shifting

And my drunk thoughts splatter

 

I'll leave you on

A breezy note

Can you feel the good vibes float?

Meander out the meadow of

Eroticism homo

You're alright

When you want to be

And food ain't cheap but a smile's free

Philanthropize

And realize

You're happier than you want to be

 

Be cool; it's a virtue

Bring the swagger with those shades

But be a man, and walk away

When I ask a simple question and you're getting mad

Like "The fuck you mean I'm acting bad?"

 

I'm mean when I want to be

But it's never what I mean to be

Mind and body

Focused on matter

Feel my bones shifting

And my drunk thoughts splatter

 

 

 

 

Double Contracted Vain Nostalgia

Speak of wells of darkness easy

Glimmering the spring flows rather slow

And if I had a clue for every time it dammed up

I'd've dug my way away and up the way

 

Never confused we can cling to peaks of sorrow

Tomorrow we'll know the hardened grief to achieve

And strengthen our stretching backs with cynicism

Drink, drag and let out a sigh

Burp on the way to the mourning church

 

It's difficult to divide the tide

To decide where to draw my lovely through

I cannot navigate the whims of the waves

And the waves change ever anew

 

Going it alone

To find signs of life beside thee

Please stay my darling

 

*exit*

 

He walks away

And out of earshot the motor's hot

She's rolling away

Page-Turn Nights

I'm a shadow shaving of the main nest
Drifting in silence and prepared meals
And unemployment

They wait for me to take the bait
And I bite, I bite, but I implore you
Where are my page-turn nights 
Where I desperate?

Two Hands

I'm wishing on a star and I
Wish it was a dollar
So if I wish I'll get a dollar

To match the shit in the other hand