Hey…hey, look at me. Focus! You know my smile cross streets Sunset youth Brooklyn bodegas Recognize my unquenchable thirst which seeks your lightly carbonated dark stout as if dehydration would be cured by one long sip or better yet, a full headed pint poured into your custom curved glass accentuating roasted hips, coffee eyes and … Continue reading Yup…Still Here
Author: The Eclogues
Ode to Modern Love
My worn black shoes are proof enough Of the boundless lengths, I've traveled To make sure our love was not so rough Removing aches that starved and haggled I'm motivated to let you know, I can steal pain Filling subways with words and smiles to be swiped Robbing tears so you can continue to feel … Continue reading Ode to Modern Love
Far East
Engines hemmed gray clouds Your thoughts were never dormant Cross the Pacific AG
Hudson River
My sweat helps plump red apple orchards grow Uplifting the indigenous; spurring development But it also destroys homes, ruining dreams Those insurance companies can’t rebuild Causing tears to flow from north to south As families drown under the Brooklyn Narrows I will eventually dry out on my clay cheeks No longer bathing skins or washing … Continue reading Hudson River
I See You
Lately, I've been surrounded by surreal moments. Sitcom episodes starring me, the guy you like enough not to hate. The experiences have been astonishingly real, even without the glasses. If I still ate Twizzlers, this daily show would require two bags of plastics. Now, those that surround me only have access to some memorable seasons. … Continue reading I See You
Brugal & Coke
Of life the bartender and I spoke yesterday pouring my rum over ice, chilling the spirit “Make it a double the day was long” I said, “I need to forget it By poisoning myself a little, stunt life for a few hours keep it there” I told him “the bottle is my friend... we go … Continue reading Brugal & Coke
Hit Me
What should I text you? When will we Hangout? I'm sitting here thinking. Focused on your smile, the one on the other side. It burrows into my eyes, smearing Adobo against my lenses. The game of love is about hedging your bets then tilting your hand away. Carrying your winnings home before they are fated … Continue reading Hit Me
23 Degrees Celsius
Sorrow is in my apartment where the lights shine as they have hued many times before but not on this cold night that surrounds me. Thirtysix years I lived with my thoughts but the apple tree is bare today with many leaves gone, knees and arms twisting. Masses of branches praising the sky, begging for rain … Continue reading 23 Degrees Celsius
Have A Bite
Let us heal today. Allow the apple tree's growth. Sink our roots deeper.
Half Way There
The damn clock is buzzing Pigeons pecking sidewalks Gray against black People are bustling on the subway Standing packed on a Tuesday The homeless stirring A baby screaming pacifieeeerrr Hands against poles, over bags Their eyes are hazed with dreams Work... Tomorrow will be Wednesday The ride home will be similar Hands against poles, over … Continue reading Half Way There
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