a couple poems: 04, 15 de septiembre de 2013

☯️04 de septiembre de 2013

10 AM, a small dose of comatose makes a shiver erupt from this medium frame.

Although autumn hasn’t dripped off the trees in blood-red orange and shades of bananas in varying stages of fruition,

I still feel it about to open the door and announce loudly, “Hola! Hola! Estoy acá, ¿estás contenta?”

Parking lot puddles begin to float away in the amber light of September,

invisible traces sift through blonde hair on marsupial arms,

aquatic creatures dance in outlines, and…

what then?

Maybe this moment will stretch infinitely,

pulling wispy strands of subconsciousness through tiny pores in the membrane filter that calls itself “I”

Perhaps one would have become squiggly enough recently to be unable to hold those trails of subconsciousness in,

and the pot is no longer simply hot, but boiling and steaming.

Where does the steam end up, eventually?

Inhaled and trapped, or off to some other dimension?

Evolving into more advanced forms,

spinning crazily outwards in ringlets of reality,

too much for us to perceive or latch onto or even remember.

15 de septiembre de 2013

earlier my heart was beating much too fast, and I was tweaking smoothly and consistently,

everything subtle and fuzzy and swaying,

like a glistening of light on falling sand and self awareness spirals into another mind trail:

am I too abstract or rather quite detailed and descriptive?