The Cycle of My Breathing

You see
I breathe for you.

in order to
synthesize the outgoing
stimuli
that are overly social in their pursuit of happiness
that salute and promenade around and into my solitude
that proliferate and probe
that produce a wasteland of unused worldly wonder like a vat of unprocessed meat or wasted buffet lines.
or the unused corn fields, or the abundant wheat fields of the middle American country side.

I am part of the corn fields
that feed the demand of Middle America
the cure to the starvation of the third world

in order to
cope with the stimulants

that ignite neurons and make electrons ocsillate wildly
that clog arteries and evaporate bodily fluids
that salute and promenade around and into my solitude
that proliferate and probe the world's oceans
to create the clouds and the rain
that produce a wasteland of stormy weather and an angry sun, a depressed moon

I am part of the water cycle
the boundary layer
that allows evaporation and transportation to occur wildly
that makes the earth breathe

You see
she breathes for you.

I will

Lolita is my lover
Not my friend
Resting, resisting
She’s somewhere inside

A spacious room with deep auburn and bluish hues,
Waiting for me, in snow colored sheets
She will
Die.

I am her lover
Not her friend
Exploding, committing
She’s coming inside.

An Echo of murmurs and murderous notions
Escaping from our red painted mouths
“I will love you”
“I will ruin you”

She is my extinction

With me encased in her breath.

I will
Breathe

january poems

see me

I am a volcanic sky

erupting with wild fury

gusty winds, singing through

ferocious teeth

“death comes in unity”

January 02, 2010 History: Manila captured by Japan

see me

I am your captor

leveling your city with air raids

and gutsy tanks, singing through

metallic mouths

“You are my colony”

January 3,2010 History: B. Marley was shot.

I hear your music:

tropical heat, bodies dispersing heat–a contagious radiation

IMAGE– bodies coming together

one is the assasin the other the glad sucker.

you shoot her with your power.

the bullet goes wacko when it comes

through the skin feeling her universe, exploring her solar

system.

She sings through smiling teeth,

“I’m your sucker, baby.”

January 4,2010 History: first crusade

I read your plans of convertion:

seduction of the mind, scare tactics, illertarcy and advocacy

of the one true religion– the musings of a young and awkward

lover.

IMAGE– souls coming togther

one is the priest and the other the savage

you push the savage off a cliff.

she scatters in a thousand little pieces when she comes.

stars scatter forming new relationships– constellations.

The stars sing through glittering mouths,

“We are glittering because of you– a leap of faith”

January 5,2010 History: Led Zepplin Disbands

See me

I am a zepplin

navigating through your oceans and plateaus.

a courageous exploration, a tempest, a whirlwind

an aviator sings through daring teeth,

“I’ve made a map of your oceans, plateaus. will you navigate

them with me?”

January 6, 2010 History: Liquid on Mars

You see my scars, little eye sores

tiny messages written in braille.

Your fingers unlock my hidden alphabet.

the messages written on my body long ago

one by a clumsy knife and the other a disobedient horse.

a body cartographer sings through ink drenched teeth,

” May I travel the seas from the tip of your scalp to the tips of

your toes?”

it's been awhile

I've started other blogs on other blogging sites,but I've had no luck.

I will
hopefully have more success with this one.

something I read today

something that I love

"...Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running--that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters." Kerouac