Ocean Water

i will keep you warm when cold waters flood the present with the past

I won’t let you freeze from the glaciers of pain I used to cause

but you’ll have to feel for me with all the empathy you can find

abandoned homes under the sea where tsunamis used to strike

don’t let your heart remember, you’re above water now

I didn’t know you, I didn’t mean to sink your trust again

I didn’t know myself, I didn’t mean to sink so low

there’s no oasis in the middle of the sea

no way to make it up to you but spend every day

steering us to shore.

I waited at the water’s edge, dried by the sun

seeing your shape on the horizon I began to focus

my vision and now my eyes only swim with memories

of the future.

Suburban Sun

hot sidewalks, dry trees 

kissing in a dusty sunlight dream

teen kings and queens of Suburbia

overgrown grass in abandoned baseball fields,

holding hands like the world will never end,

concrete drive-in and summer cigarettes,

coca-cola and my dying ’87 Honda engine,

fed with gasoline so I could race back to him

baggy jeans and wild hair, now a hometown memory 

some days all I want is to sit by the tracks,

watching the stars, under sheets and glowing stars

sweet air and innocence, breath calm and mind sound…

Extrañar

por las noches así,

se que sos mi hogar.

a tu lado queda mi destino

por el mundo llegaremos a ver

lo que tiene este futuro.

te anhelo desde 1000 millas

sobre mil océanos

y a través de cielos ventosos,

te respiro al dormirme y al amanecer

que me reconoce de los días soleados

cuando te agarre la mano.

estas en la música azul de mi nostalgia

sos la calle con rocío y humo de cigarrillo

perfecto, hermoso, real.

haces que lata mi corazón,

bajo techos blancos y estrellas nocturnas

tu voz resplandece como su lustre

y hace ecoes en mis recuerdos

de calor, dolor, sudor, amor,

roto, completo…

arrepiento,

a la misma vez destino.

y ahora hasta siempre, 

te amo–

 

 

Flavor in the dark

I understand flavor, and it charges my bones like batteries

merengue drums like my sensual soul

I want to spin across the room and drink in the orange lights

the dazzling cherry gin and juice in your dark hands

and I want you to take me to heaven

is it ok that I hold it all in?

that I don’t like to stand up and I don’t like their eyes

scanning me like their fast thoughts?

is it ok that it’s hard for me

to block every inhibition from my sporadic spirit?

sometimes I forget the music and hear only shadows,

and night, and I’ll want to be alone,

cocooned in a pressureless atmosphere,

no complicated voices, 

only starry solitude. flavor filling up my soul

when I can enjoy it without fear,

then we can truly dance-

us, introverted bats and lava lamps alive with

moonlight and kisses and rocks and open air

 

 
 

the least containable emotion I have found to not even be an emotion…

lust spirals me away from you. 

yet you are life; I cannot desert you

without drowning my heart. 

but lust is glass and you are light–

my boiling blood shatters the glass 

I bleed into another’s arms, 

he thinks my blood is roses

pero que no se ahogara la luz…

 

now I melt with sand 

to keep you inside me again.

all my desires burn for you,

and lust crumbles at the feet of love–

into your eyes it ascends, never to be contained again;

eternally spilling between our lips.