it ain’t me


as far as you wish
move away from the light
there’s nothing moving here
just melt into the night
and maybe someone will help you
repay the life you’ve loaned
whisper you a snowflake
whenever you mourn
someone who gather flowers all along
from the time you felt reborn

but it ain’t me babe
of that i’m sure
don’t mistake lucifer for the lord.

alone, and fine.


every time i visit a cafe
i find myself a corner
in the center
of all attention.

it’s a hard place to claim.

i dress the chair
with my borrowed jacket
and proceed
to secrete away my bodily fluids.

then i chat up the barista
and get my cup
hoping she’d give me free refill
next time and
all the times after that.
it rarely happens
but i do what a man can do.

i find my old jacket
waiting for me
without complaining
that i didn’t get her a cup.

i like that.

and then it’s church time.
that’s how¬†the life
goes by.

alone, in the center
of all attention.

crossroads


she had a
wile smile
that stopped right outside
the intersection of
lustrous
and guile.

while her roseate
lips talked sense
in the diminishing direction
of her moving wheels
I revisited my
reasons
of the night
and talked them out
of blooming in direction
of the light.

but who really gives a shit
when I talk?

I ended up with jack
on my right
standing at the intersection where it all started.

what the hell,
you know.

Hyde


I woke up to the
heavy moans
to the lights red
as wine.

she took a deep breath
under my ear
guided my hands
to the price
and told me with her hazel eyes
Love, let me make you alright.

sure as hell
she wasn’t lying
she became the moment
and the moment was mine.

“Say my name”
and all I could say was a smile
dammit, I forgot it again
let’s just call you Hyde
for this little while.

smile please.


i met them two
ladies, at 4th and Brannan.

their face had given up
on wrinkles.
their hair was warm as
the lord’s blessing
any given Sunday.
and colored as bright as
Lucifer’s face.
their bent back pointed
towards the future
of us.
all of us.

one of them had colored
dotted socks on.
maybe they matched.
or that was the trick?
the other one had the
sleight of the bluest southern skies.

they were both out
and about at an AM in the morning
when you’d still be regretting
the existence of your loneliness
or awkwardness of last night
in your dreams.

them?

i’ve never seen a smile so contagious.