non notables
same is to same old
repeat offenders
nothing new
back scratch revenues
old poets club.
canned scriptures
wasted words
post mortem phrases
casket contusions
dead dendrites.
old poet network news.
boring, blatant, bygones,
corporeal cripples.
Categories:
notables, abuse, betrayal, confusion, death,
Form: Free verse
I guess, one thing everyone wanna escape are those awkward and embarrassing moments.
Such as an unreturned high five.
Or saying good evening instead of good morning accidentally.
Or when a friend leaves you with a friend of his.
Or shouting in a public place unintentionally grabbing all the attention.
Or burping loudly in a quiet place.
Or accidentally mistooking a pedestrian as someone else.
Or tripping infront of notables.
Or leaving a shop without buying anything.
These are the worst types of circumstances.
But why do these unpleasant memories remain while the happier ones do not?
Categories:
notables, crazy,
Form: Free verse
La niebla del rocío
ahuma mi visión
ante los sombríos
que calan mi mente
por tus falacias, felonias
y falible convicción;
que con notables fantasmadas
falsean tu razón...
Pues soy el fénix,
renaciente ante oscura carburación
y cenestésicas cenizas,
que ha llegado a su cenit
ardientemente centelleante...
Y, ante tu calante rocío
y manipulante sombrío
te admonizo y advierto
que con firmeza y solemnidad
solidariamente calcinado y quemado
quedará tu falsificante corazón...
Categories:
notables, betrayal, emotions, feelings, fire,
Form: Free verse
Self-portraits and portraits of memory,
Numerous notables I am not able to remember,
The barman at a hostel, cabbies at Paddington, the laughing policemen,
The thick and thin stink of places,
It passes through sometimes, like a travelling circus,
Last night I confused a self-portrait with a portrait,
A painted tear ran down,
Then I realised it was me,
The tear tasted like the sea,
Jamais Vu,
Don't recognise myself, I don't know what to do,
Pity myself probably, then paint the portrait of it,
Self-portrait I meant,
Forget it...
Just fling those spirits at me,
Kick through the canvas,
Stick your head through,
Encapsulate the experience to a pill for me,
A pill named death
Categories:
notables, art, memory,
Form: I do not know?