Monthly Archives: April 2011

take me on

1940 Lupe Velez

She bled like warm fields of trenched hearts

Emasculated into one

Trying to break unity

As their pace hardened

Trickling ventricles tightly bound

Eyes transfixed on lust

Pouring out heat

As warm wax melted on her

Blending shades of her skin


i love

Lupe Vélez

When i create and cry

When i write and wallow

when i handwrite and hate

i recite and recall

verse and virile

and speak

entice

consciousness


Fry

frozen

frozen beside me

inside me nothing crawls

but strangled thoughts and blazed feelings

the ice feels alive

trickling strong down my sides

lighting my flesh on fire

shrieking, hollering, shooting

stains of abhorrent love

be seeded by blinded hate

masked by the lust that wraps us

gorge and feed your soul

for it hath no decency


lick

Write for me

Write for me again

Like dried lyrics

Circling the walls

Spitting led against the surface

Splintering holes

graphic edges

to be seen and read

to hear and to be felt

smudge your fingers

slide down these brackets

let me taste your words