All this reverence for life, who does it help
Did it heal you?
keep death at bay?
Nothing can.
L I F E
is precious but Y O U
can’t be too precious about life
our lungs were meant to laugh a fire
blowing out a whisper you will choke
laughter knows not how to heal
yet when you accepted the inevitable you were laughing and healing had commenced.
Death is life is here is gone in a giggle
Time seems to leave first
those who worry so about leaving.
However long is left
choose to stay.
The cold came all at once
skin felt alert and endless
blades of coward yellow
and lucky green
perked up to the sky
like hair standing up
which I remember but cannot see
I am alive but stock-still
I am awake yet eyeless
I’m but drafts and questions
and the grass you walk on.
Consider your lack, I said
against my backbone
before you ask of me again.
I’ve beat down mountains
to bring you valleys
Sturdy my middle name.
But do you know me
or love me in full?
On the way home
I wrote that poem
None to praise my mind
This happens all the time.
What have we ever learned
of mortal wounds
we truly come to know
better than this
ingrained,
formidable fight
under our skin.
Were we not so dumb
we’d be dying every hour
blade to grave if we knew better
long gone before our time.
Luck be dumb be luck
if only for a bit.
Mi deseo te precede
como el jade a la escultura
mi infatuación, no obstante
retira lo que no es parte
el espacio negativo entre tus muslos
los músculos de tus costados
tu sonrisa torcida.
Lo que no es tuyo holgó
inútil en mi memoria
cada vez que te vi.
Diente por diente
estuviste siempre
invisible dentro de mí.
Olvidé, sin embargo
ceci n’est pas une pipe.
Mi deseo, infecundo
te sucede.
Hay un árbol frente a mí que ha estado aquí toda mi vida.
El viento sacude las hojas
de derecha a izquierda,
la luz se zambulle en su copa
y brinca con fuerza entre trampolines
de retazos verde limón.
Un amable gigante en quien rara vez he reparado
que, por alguna razón, imagino de perfil.
Pero hoy es verano
el cielo es finalmente azul
y la cabellera de mi árbol refulge tranquila
como el mar
innegable en magnitud
hermoso como respirar profundo.
Esto, imagino
es estar presente.
I have always known this to be
f r a g i l e
the house denial built
crumbles
like we knew it would
and yet…
there I sit
a demon
eating my own tail
gnawing back at me from the inside.
Land has parted deep
m a s s i v e
from within
a wellspring of sympathy
gushes out glasslike
unclouded
unburdened
what is ripening here
what has rotten
our foundation.
Ground shakes.
Ground breaks.
It sobs loudly
«I wanted to be
all those things for you»
It wails the world to sleep
a shroud for covers
little blue heart embroidered on it.
Horizon can be seen
its distance can be known
bu t i t s w e i g h t
as unbearable as tomorrow
and always a day
away.
Media pastilla para estar despierta
dos para estar dormida
otra para la fiesta
entera o molida
otra para coger tranquila
pero nunca estoy tranquila
nunca estoy tranquila
nunca estoy tranquila
nunca estoy tranquila
nunca estoy tranquila
nunca estoy tranquila
nunca estoy tranquila
media pastilla más.
Sixty nine love songs
not one fit you
perhaps the one about
wanting to talk about ex lovers
and however many others
jumping off the wires
like tiny birds.
Have you seen them
not a flip as they go
wings stored away at the jump
they know when to when
they know what is what
nothing special about them
you can find two in a row
even when they’re rare.
I am perhaps ready for you
to whistle your tune
and spring off that wire.
In turn I’ll sound out
nothingness to no one
perched on a clothesline
waiting to when.
I find myself looking for
god with no faith
no beliefs
other than the need for reprieve.
Conversations with myself often turn to
pleas for those I can’t reach
it’s hard for us who crave
control when none exist.
There’s none and never was
so build a god I must
and pray this time he does come through
for patience is not my gift
I need to see him receive
the happiness he so deserves
and I failed to secure.
Patience is not my gift but I’ll wait
for god to grace him first
a bone for me, then
if time allows.
Sinks in a little deeper
each day slowly dipping
from hanging rings.
The more I train this muscle
the less it hurts to shoulder
a perfect split.
Merciless hour glass ran out of fucks
fresh out of time knocked the wind off my lungs
flawed execution by classical measure
o h , b u t t h e b o n e s !
count themselves and their blessings.
Malas traducciones 