My blog died. :-( so here i am. unknown.

i miss you mujer

eres cesped, palida, eres fuego,

soy.

amidst the mist of my mind

you are sight

you are flight

si me graduo

and teach by the beach

sere tuyo

andare with my suit y mis guaraches

y aunque nunca fui tuyo tuyo

you made me mine mine mine

i miss you like a good dream

como un comal.

soy un sexto

tu ausencia chicano me hace

pero chilango quiero ser

and me, I am neither

I just am.

Nobody has loved he
With the fervor and ardor
that he would another

no body

loved this body
no body, tried to
understand the beauty of distance

the greatness of space

nobody asked, no body asked

so nobody knew

so marched along he
to a place found within
care not why no body cared

felt enough for all the nots that nobody did.

She walks one step at a time like breathing.
Her throat raspy like crushed ice.
Her endless eyes, tired of sameness

wished for ballads, bachatas.
Sick (like the color green) of recycled air
wants potpourri, mountain spring water,
gusts of wind.
Her hair, shaped like wrinkles
was my tangled web.

“One day” she says
“I will live the life I plan
and leave the life I live.
One day I will tell life what I want
and life
will stop giving me orders.”

Vicky, who does so bad at going unnoticed.
Who sways like a song
left to right, right to left
right past me.

Vicky, who made a house of room corners

and never once dreamed of me.