routine

A day recoils

With an old, warm fool surrender

This is routine 

A photograph before the family

repeat with the smile still on his face
my neighbor
who became a photograph before his family

A super blood moon, tonight

Keep your eyes on the skies tonight
the witching hour has a spectacular sight
tonight's full moon is the product of three phenomena

it will be a blue moon, a red moon, a super moon
for the times you were red and blue, moaning
the moon will appear larger and brighter

it will also be a blood moon
the shadow of Earth
will lean to breach over the fields

Stargazers, eastern and central will see a clear skies
the Wolf moon falls over us, it had once inspired
mankind, enchanting with witches' calls

packs of wolves hungry
to rare breeds, run after the thirst of blood
yet there are many bleeding without purpose

here is everything you need to know
full moons can be admired
they light up the skies, like fireworks, like phenomena
gathering wolves, witches and men under one roof.

Conversation with a cat-caller

You hoot,
like an owl in the morning

I forgo the words you say
like a sinking coin in a well

turn to let you know
you emit what falls onto you

unnecessary wind, dirt
things you heard work to charm a woman

but a woman unlike a non-living thing
has a voice, siren-like and sharp

you hoot and whistle once more
I ask you for reasons behind birdcall

you answer it is about the day begining
a rise of birds to answer for morning

but it does not raise the level needed
to act like a human would

like a human, I talk to your no longer listening ears
this time I will have the final say.

observations of a young new mother

Wavy wintertime

his little hair creates

a break in the rain that’s falling

before the chocolate is consumed

by his little milky teeth

what breeds in violence

Above the jaw, 

a little bellow the eye, 

not pink nor blue 

a little purple these days

she describes

exact location to where he deflated his anger 

I, blue and black 

know that what she said will ring in my ears longer than expected.

As you hold my body

As you hold my body, know this
you hold jazz in the lungs instead of wind
indie in the steps
blues in the soul
a latin fire in the kiss

As you hold my body know this
it does not break like a biscuit
but hardens like a rock in the sun
aging simply with flowing days

As you hold my body, know this
you keep in your hands a space
of ideas and worries
storage of flesh, blood and sun rays

As you hold my body, know this
I am holding back in my hands
those little building blocks that make you too.