Cold calls i await 

Text messages make mundane 

Days                    brisk. 

Assassin tongue

Hurling curling shurikens,

Light cuts swell blood blue, 

Slight lashes trail you…

Starlit eyes flashing 

Glassy gloom, 

        Barks         In

Walls        d i m

     Hips  

               slim,

Twirling, guiding her,

Contemplating each step. 

Silk lies, dress sways, 

Mind plays

Forgotten reticence 

Pacing truth

Luring your 

elements.

Eyes of terror 

Broken and tattered 

Strays of past years 

Unseen, 

Even before you. 

Walls to celebrate what we 

Hate. 

Fermented cabbage, 

Kimchi kisses as we passed

Days that left,

Just as our fathers did,

But yours paid. 

Mine went across that wall,

Handcuffed and bloodied,

I stayed back and studied,

Made my family proud,

Just kept awards coming

Let my mental shatter,

Anxiety on my morning 

Platter,

34×32, 7/11 booze, 21

Growing fatter,

Eating decadent sweets, 

Outrageous eats on unwinding 

Streets. 

Overflowing like soju 

Running down my lips,

Bar hopping, 

Killing the kid that never lived.

Calls with my mother every month

Or so…

Pick up where we left,

Tell me, 

Why did he leave? 

Did you know that I remember 

The last fight you two had? 

That at 19 I wanted to…

Some thoughts crawl 

And make you remember,

Make each cinder brick 

Weigh a bit less,

Walls

Seemingly

Indestructible.

Days of plain vengeance 

Bounce around my fun-house-head 

Metal marbles click-clack and 

Scar. 

Nothing weighs what it should

From afar you would think you've grown,

But really you're no different 

Just looks and glares that 

Double your persona

Like a madhouse.

Smiles upside 

Down, and frowns with teeth? 

Pass me the soundtrack you thought was playing when you broke down,

That moment when heart aches seemed like 

Your bitter end,

When really,

Your brain was stressed. 

Out of breath. 

Pages dying 

As i uncover 

Myself. 

My pen knows 

Me better. 

It sprouts 

Dandelions 

Daisies And Sages. 

Petals flutter and 

Never escape. 

Words fill another 

Book

And another war begins

Hardly what it seems

Twelve A.M across scowling sheets,

Frowns repeat in strong shrieks

You sing like gentle spring

Droplets,

Barricades in your esophagus

Quiver-

I sing in shattered

Consonants,

Palisades pierce my tongue

Bitter-

Smooth blood you left

Unpaved,

Pencil shavings spread across

Your desk

Clogged shower drain-

Sing another week

When summer comes

In studio apartment dreams

Stinging echoes of rusty pipes

Linger a roaring tune

Neighbors pounding fists

against

Towering doors,

Love ending beyond your

Kitchen sink

Adulthood is hardly what

It seems.

Bullet holes and death

I know better than my therapist.

Stare at me before you diagnose me

Talk a little, hear my tales.

Matter of fact let me help you,

Pick you up from your pity stupor;

That abuse you’ve poured

Takes its toll .

Round six of this fight and

I’m floored.

You’ve toured my mind

What do you think?

Blood splattered on the ring

Think this congested chest

Is worth my end?

Tell me when I return.

I’ve learned to dodge and

Weave, roll if I have to

Take the abuse down low

With my guard up

Speak from your chair

I’ve had enough.

I heard you were lost

Pressed against California costs

Learning what my brother did at twenty-six,

Out in Houston, Texas

where my essence

Is.

Paranoid

So I mold this clay chest,

push ups

and

bar hangs

Stars

fade

and

I play

Words

From the ancients.

All at once:

I was a Mustang

swerving

off the road,

..… a comet …..

only seen through your

peripherals

The whining voice at the brink of exhaustion.

I carve impatience from my baggy

E y e s

Laugh

again and again

Yet I feel that ache

Thumping like sickly love,

mistrust cycling ventricles:

It's never that simple.

Doctors say I'm stressed

Something chasing my bloodline

Exposed veins shine like sacrificial cliffs

Golden rocks with newly blazed moss:

I am bleeding and burning,

Loving

You

sprinting paycheck

after paycheck.

You

Fall

So

Beautifully

From your family tree

Tumbling rapidly in fields of yesterday:

Green eyes undulating like rolling wet film

Flames like sea walls

d i v i d e d

Slowly lashing as i walk impatient

Talk until my lips shut.

December 2012

At the church

Last walk of my light

Vigils lit with tender glows

As if that night we were invited;

A family torn to three

Granted one last chance at humanity.

Without

a

L

I

F

E

L

I

N

E

I find my honest self….

blood scurrying past my face

slowing enveloped

in your sins

Wonder what you were like at 23,

What you fought for before you

Vanished.

I seek life in every breath

Take steps to my origins

Wish to extinguish

Your

Image

.

. . .

.

.

En mis sueños te veo pa

Alli estoy enfrente de la tele

y tú con el cuchillo en la mano

¡Y la sangre!

El día que nunca se va de mi memoria

me despierto con tu cara

En el espejo,

Mideo ardiendo a traves

De mis ojos.

Escucho tu voz pa

Hablando de Morelia,

Y tu infancia.

Mi hermano mayor es tu reflejo

Y yo

Una sombra de tu personaje.

No sé si te volveré a ver

pero sé que nunca olvidaré

los años que tuvimos.

for better or worse.

I. Today I Learned

I bury all I am in my sins,

Faith in liquored-love.

Fairy bottles replay static memories.

Plenty of bruises, red rift scars,

Blood spurts

And limbs locked;

Punch drunk tempting her fate

Corroding cherry wraith

Goblet crush

Top her off!

Sure today I tell you how I feel.

Daisy fangs swirl a trillion;

At midnight we sat in the back seat of the

Silver mustang

Butterflies fluttering in circadian allure

Fresh foaming crystal brew wrestling my mangled tongue.

With You playing, windows open,

Honeycomb night air veiling

Tingling liquored-liver,

I stare at your phone

and

silver skylines end.

II. No names left to trust

So I develop my alter ego,

gold chain hanging

To my mosaic heart,

I stumble among extinct stars,

Trap cold character:

Ice Age.

Soon the round world fades,

Faces blur, gold lenses curve all

l o v e.

Jump my h o p e.

Tan cap like Yin

and

Yang.

Polo emblem my ensemble;

Her tan skin like drops of honey

Sky resembles my F e a r.

III. Sin Miedo Me Voy….

Heaven only knows what awaits

Sore shoulders and unfurling gates

Trade stress for two thousand hops

Crack calve muscles:

Tectonic shift.

Cortisol huffs cool in serotonin rush

Far off I see liquified azul twilight

Orange creamsicle dreams,

Splashes of tangerine

flutters.

Infectious spirals smile before

collapsing.

I felt nothing but

Crushing breathes,

Heart echoing in my cavernous chest

droplets forming

Calcified

d

e

p

t

h

s.

IV. It Began With the Sun

Laser rays and isolation

Just how I would spend

the end of

My sunflower youth

Before I set off to my adventure,

A life that could not be claimed by

My mother’s past

Only my feet marching to newfound

Fear.

I wore a silky white T-Shirt,

Daisy wore overalls and a gray long sleeve

Late summer sun blazed black leather seats,

Metal belt stung with magma jaws;

A day at the mall with friends,

That's all It was.

I was just coming back from Houston

Something about the city ate away at me,

My family felt like a parasitic reflection:

A dystopian image I could not rattle- so I

Marched off.

Nothing but plains blessed my surroundings,

Farmland said to be gold

Dead grass like evergreen forests

Orchards sprayed with white paint

Tar roads with chalk drawings leading

Up to

Twists and turns

Here I faded away from

The front seat conversations

Let my shy tendencies take hold

Gold lenses flaring with curiosity,

H o p e.

V. Tonight You Belong To Me

I saw a maniac on the car roof in

The mall garage parking lot slowly slipping,

Screaming, not afraid but excited,

Clenching stupidity and death with flailing arms.

I awoke from my silent stupor, shot

Joy from my anchored mind

Strolled shop after shop realizing what this could all be,

Freedom from laser rays and isolation:

A new happiness.

Flakes of creation pranced Infinite bound

Cosmic darkness, clashing gray puffed clouds and

Rustic fields fortuned by dandelion wisps

Wailing against ocean deep canvas clouds

Simulations clamored red eyes of stardust

Novae laughter locked light kevlar hatred,

Platelets scurried to sparred rifts, en garde new

Hell ten year holocaust, sauna mist drowns

Arctic iced whiskey cup; talk and talk 00-4

Burn every nuclear home- just as you did

Before. Aims wished sanctuary ashes

Away, Cowells at bay staring into

Fiery magma fins, sweet tangerine walls

Lashing tepid shed roof, wooden spine squeals

Sundered focal synapse: revolution

Revved as bumbling coupe engine, medals granted

Devil’s tongue spiraling in ears of young agents,

Hard fought! Clouded Cowells picked up Book of Dreams

Ripped page of Love, evolving revolver

Squandered, point, aim, shoo. Entity Aims access

To Oceanside granted. Prepare for War.

00-4 said in a gravelly commanding voice,

Legion gravitas dissipating, next

Awaits. Cowells gait slow and militant.

Neon mist crisp emerald blades, residue like

Faint oasis dreams, crystalline waterfalls

Splash weary leafy seams, above seas collapse;

Foggy fingers clasp to new day's sanguine glove.

Crisp autumn air reveals trails of clotted char

Streaks, livid vinyl crackles popped coffin den,

Devils suited, cloaked, petrified by plasma

Cotton candy haze- Hellfires spin to HQ.

Colt clipped, one round chambered, boulevards

Freshly lit, Coupe consumes tar roads, Gaul Heights

Prowling, sirens scatter pedestrian

Wards, youth inhale rotten flesh stench, plasma

Churns, gurgling cotton candy vents, cherry

Swirls unwind tonight's chapter. Petrified

Breath batters Book of Dreams, fresh yellow pages

Glow elliptical, Eden returns to mind

Drink the witches brew, swirling raspberry

Chamber drools cold exhaust, nights cost sanity

Coupe swerves with turbo thrust, escape the plains;

Pink city bound, cruel bars claw tinted glass,

Aims inhales midnight smog, tar fuses flesh

Late teens talk tactics, plain fashion, laughs

Echo sidewalks, alleys, veins of the city

Report to HQ command- dropoff- engage…

Cowells brushes onyx curls, ladies lurk drunk;

Quick punch paces livened liver, quiver

Unleashes snake chain gun ballistics, strange

Dame lights red and blue skyline- minds eye trails…

Dips, scrolls; Doom is imminent, intimate

Encounters flower Aims tequila shots:

Call me love, late in my premonition;

Navy blue tears confide in war torn lands

I know where you lurk:

Devil's Den

New Disciples.

I claim Heaven as my Hell

Paradise supplied in layers

Digital players spike

Cherry peace.

Flee

Porous concrete driveway rumbled hoppy

Gravel like militant pulsar-eye youth

Arms ready, chamber NATO rounds, say your

Peace: Legion bound- MACH 10- light bends as

Emerald tendril embrace, she calls like bear mace,

Scars my palms in hurricane dismay, stares

At feeble lightning lips, striking cancerous

Skies; Kneel, sheath Legion sword swift, Council nigh;

Entity with countenance of midnight,

Sizzling coals pulse red optic highlights

Like bulging veins; connected to Gauless,

Dark Tower command, he knows the skies as

Flippant Zeus, commander in another

Realiti, shined onyx leather boots,

Buttery flakes of gold flare the toe box

Cloaked staggered dreads rest on winded cape, steps

Confide in perforated steel steps, yellow

Lights radiate rustic boots, dress pants flow

After each collision; atomic glaives

Return to gunner slots. Aims and Cowells

Stand facing Entity 00-4,

Nameless after THE FINAL MARCH to denote

New hierarchy, only Council members

Were deemed with their true Entity design,

A means of departure from Legion ranks

From disintegrated armies, flesh was

No longer enough, nor metal as a

Substitute; Rise agents, direct me to

OBJ TARANTULA's sanctuary.

Aims scurried, crossing his fingers like a

Knotted pendulum, Cowells in awe, this was

His first view of a Council member, they

All project their holographic visage

From Dark Tower GLASS, they had not walked earth

Since their victory over Old Regime

Operatives, rumors of machines of

Council design brushed agent circles, none

Truly cared only passion Eden fruits

Called implanted eyes, Hellfire bikes killed darkness.

War ready 00-4 shattered industrial door

Onyx boots smelting feeble sanctum mouth

Devil's calling, strange grenade scrambles

Surviving comms, pulsing veins with goose bumps

Rising as laser rays shocked eyes with stray

Whispers of underground chatter, 00-4 knew

Within microseconds what this tattered, home of

Unfurling overgrowth was: entrance to

The Underground; a means of escaping

Historia with ease, a supersonic

Bullet train rumbling freedom: a grand gesture,

A means of rebellion to Legion.

Entity 00-4 unveiled wavering cloak

Facing dirt devoured wall, once flowery

Lilacs sung against seas of cerulean

Ether, molotov ignited… realms flee.