all love has been spent
as currency of their intent
and instead a debt of unadulterated rage
like that of Romeo and Juliet

mom is misery, dad is bliss
the kids a thought in the midst
of truly beautiful things
to make them forget their sins

parents divorce twice befell
once in heaven, once in hell
ears ringing with wedding bells
the family trauma unveils

mad and moonly
under me so new
sprouting in love
the seed of lust

half curled fronds
brushing the sand
where desire is set
and in my breath spent

warm summer winds
the night have wet
with the spray of seas
soaked in regret

la imagen de un santo
aparece en mi desvelo
protegiéndome del tiempo
del fantasma y lo real

detona mi fé nuclear
explosión en la obscuridad
iluminando la ausencia
que hace al dolor poeta
y a la muerte belleza

en el redil de la locura
el final del mundo es fortuna

I had chocolate chips for breakfast
a few palpitations for lunch
the weight of loneliness for dinner

I saved the memory of a lover for dessert
but I'm already full
maybe tomorrow
with dreams of a big house sprinkled over
and a cup of distilled tears

wisps of dawn
in rhythmic intervals
trickle down in the dark
flooding the night

woolen dreams damp
heavy on the line
shrinking to half the size
the dress I wear tonight

you say hi
and I undress
morals quiet down
engaged in acrobatics
of extramarital art
rendered mortals
fleeting the charge
of forbidden desire
in dark corridors
and numbered rooms
beneath my ribs
where our hopes riven
by uncertain goodbyes

take me to the place
where you outstare the night
with the pleiades burn out
teach me like the sea to flow
of the shore be the ebbing tide
help me comb the leafless trees
and sweep our trails from the snow
so no one knows we're lost
and try to collect our bones
let them think we will return
as the murmur of the wind
don't make me sing with dried up lungs
just take me to where I am not