Wouldn't you like to stumble across something great
that makes your breath turn cold
and your skin peel back
just a little

And wouldn't you just be smitten
with gusty winds
and pearls
and another holy trinity to believe in

Tonight I wanted to tell you something
but I let it slip away
like cat litter
through buttery fingers
leaving globs of grainy
half-digested dragonflies
and that smell
to remind

Wouldn't it be nice
if Paris weren't so far away
and those empanadas were just a bit
sweeter...

Piano man

Virile porcelain fingers slide tenderly
over lascivious black keys
carefully guarding the C Major
that lurches beneath
with anticipation

Invisible counterpoints
sit patiently
wisps of silken gardenia
wrap round a fading stare

Terrifying memories
seep silently into the velvet stitching
of his very last tuxedo

sueño volador

arrastraban mis sueños
atados a la estela desvaneciente
de las ráfagas de lentejuelas
de la estela de un cometa
que expiraba sin prisa
absorto en el cielo ceniciento
de una noche
que languidecía
triste y sola.

Mala educación

Moon River
se llenó de lagrimas
de niños enternecidos

valentía deviene
en colorete de Azahara
en sombra gris
en obsesión

Why does everything come out so plain?

I write and there's no magia...no chiste, theres nothing that makes my bones twitch.

Theres nothing that tastes like fire

no nectar