February 17, 2014


Each room
becomes sunny
since all my blinks are bright,
sandy ice rocks mute the system;

no sounds
I shall provide.

Distant voices
hear me out, 
and they all agree ensemble,
as now
I’m supposed to start rumbling 
in the urban jungle.

There’s that moment
in the hood 
friendly stray dogs come
and kiss
and you’re thinking how to go out
only with a set of keys.

Heavy eyelids,
greasy night meals
may not be the perfect context,
like Cobain my throat is led sprayed;

I just might be dumb 
or happy.

Fish tank
warm winds
keep my lips
heavily intoxicated;

I imagine all this freshness
in a safe zone illustrated.

No comments:

Post a Comment