The huge city

I have written of cities often,
ones I have lived, ones I have loved,
but to each a flavor that defies taste
with poems and with other ideals

that cannot be described in gentle terms
the number of people walking on one crossing
to avoid cars, carts and other things
contact with an endless ocean of possible terms

there's a fire to each city that burns the heads
burns the heart to make the streets endless
chances, changes, dreams down drains
this is the city that wastes no minute

in waiting. A lot has been shouldered here
weight of a bomb falling, reconstructed
into becoming a reflection of the beauty
looked for everywhere, but found in a ocean's
seashell, cast away for a better chance at cleaning.

line ends

This is an unprecedented delay under making
like how heavy my English accent becomes
when I talk to someone who can totally understand me
this is an unprecedented delay in writing because
for a clear period it is not a lack of energy
but a lack of lines, a lack of time
do not blame me for missing the words
when the lines end in a sudden verb

Matching smiles

he holds her gaze when they walk side by side
she holds a picture of his face in every airport
like jeans, the smiles match
each time one of them looks

Postcard 1: far away?

Dear _____,

I am writing this postcard to you from on of the highest buildings 

in the world. The view is actually nice, so many city lights and people 

we move together and drift apart,
here there is no silence, I laugh to combat memory loss.

It rains a lot on the island. It pours on my pillow, 

every night. It shakes at the end of paper margins- 

this humble need for ink and pen. I am well, 

food is just great, a burst of flavors, really. 

But I am well, very well actually.

all my love,

P.s. waterproof mascara stains on my face doesn't replace your voice
or your hug. 

the words sleep in me

Over the clouds, the words sleep in me
from the East to the most Eastern part of the universe
the letters move.

this is the empire of the sun
where the one who drapes their body with a Kimono
knows only one tongue to talk to you

with a blaze of energy in the eye
and a hop between the steps,
you make the process of being easier

on earth, the words sleep in me
opening my eyes, shutting them
there is light in those words
where the words slept.

This is a quick thought

A quick thought this morning faces me
you delay the speed of ideas,
by pausing, to restart,
the process of moving

New wind

The swallows realize
it is only possible to speed up the flight
when you face new wind