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Deep

There are people like us who will leave
without traces: a shadow
passing the untrained eye. 
 
Look up there! Yes, I think you know
what I mean. Do not be afraid of your own
reflection. No it isn't, it is you.
 
The fishes are wide eyed wondering
what you are thinking, lying in here
naked. The shells are crowning 
you now, oysters, mussels, sea cucumbers
 
and a red anemone at your navel.
An intrusion to the corallic world. There your body
 
up there in a battered boat called love
and life and living and loving and other things.
hahahaha....yes it is a mystery how 
that boat with a hole could not sink
but you did.
 
Can you hear me? Sound travels
faster in water so I heard. Deep
down there I can hear 
 
you but I am saddened by you
and your constant effort to escape
this calling, these
 
lines.

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Playing Piano In the Dark

Your rigid fingers strike,
the keys arrest the air
with uncertain executions.
You are the executioner.
your fingers writing sentences
measure upon measure, restless.
The darkness hides the color
of your rhythm. Then you climb
up the crescendo arresting no longer the air
but your own darkness,
distorted symphonies of your heart
temporary epiphanies liberating,
running, not giving in
to the water beads in your forehead
in your hands, in your eyes.
These are not enough to stop.
You strike. You write. You arrest.
You execute --- fire.

I watch.
The darkness no more.
Then, I am lit.

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Spit

Out, out you phlegm
stucked, caught my tongue, can not
untangle

from water turning into ice. 
It was too quick I did not
have time to escape.

What are you saying?

Darling your name really hurts my throat.
Guttural obscene, the sound
clanging metal on metal, scraping
my spine 

I unloose both feet and teeth.
You know lips

are really not for kisses.
They inevitably stick, sticky
together

from being speechless for too long.
Then the skin breaks, 
eager

out comes sour breath;
your name.

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Breathing Exercise

I am calm and my feet are heavy.
Pictures of beaches and palm trees fill 
me with blue stasis. I can not see
your frowning face in the curtain slit.

I imagine a steady beat : in
and out, top and down, right,  center,  left
repeatitive, always circles back
to the point of initial contact.

I am warm. My navel the fulcrum
of the positive and negative 
energy alternating in loops
while my blood listens to the surface

electrics. I am now exploring
the sepia and grays. Oxygen bursts
out of my inflared nostrils, expelled
units of untameable quantum.

I know you are counting my rhythm,
voyeurist who excels in numbers.
This is the way to breath, to catch dreams
yet you are afraid to touch my skin

aware of process. I am ready
to draw in spirits without logic.
You will be surprised with how I can
escape from reason, regenerate 

from the detritus they call as: US.
Are you ready? This world indeed was
not as pictured. Even in my mind 
I can feel an eye slowly opens.

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Deafness

I just hit the wall.
I am not crying to it. It is filled
with peeping holes. Light strobes
there are none because it is dark 
out here.

What do you think of me?
I can sing. I chant weird mumbles
that passersby frown at. I howl
like a dog in heat, begging 
to be copulated. At times I am quieter
I spit insults and laugh generously
catching my breath. What else? Ah..I shout
like: I AM ASHAMED OF YOU!

WHAT DO YOU KNOW? These are lyrics?
This is a really beautiful career!
Send me the photographers
and I will show them my swear finger.

You dare enter, you dare.
I can smell your mind,
decomposing into a routine sameness:
a foul kind of stagnation.

I am your judge.
I should say it is not lack of language
that you suffer. It is deafness.

Yes, there are these lines that will not
come through, simply break up, can not
hold our minds, or

it is your head now choking with weeds
strangled by assumed perceptions
that you can not truly perceive.

Do not deceive me.

Ignore me if you can. But it is over
I have conquered. And you lie bleeding
at the mercy of verse.