Sky

Sky
Open the Sky for me.

Let me see the beauty that lies

underneath, the air of Life,

the bearer of stars.

I am not worthy of such glory,

a greater Fool than me

does not exist, but if the Sky

will let me peek

under Her glorious clouds,

my gratitude will be shown

in eternal

worship.

The Daisy Field

The Daisy Field

I walked past 

a daisy field

today—
a rock garden
casting shadows

on my head—
my heart

searched for you,
lost in a haze.

But this heart, 

you see,
this heart

still has problems
with the way

things ended—
left so suddenly—
so unprepared.

& who was I

to deny
your request

that you find rest
traveling

the many rivers
of our motherland,
not trapped

with worms & things

that crawl & squirm?

¡Pero coño, mami!
Would've been nice
to have a place

to visit you 
on lonelier days—
to think

about those too few years
we were granted

together.

Now, unless I fly

a thousand miles
to find

your beachfront

home, I'm left

to the sterile

corners 

of my room—

left to strain

for memories—
sometimes

I strain so hard
my tears burn

worse than the loss.

Lunatic

Lunatic
I see
her eyes
reflecting
from the quartered
moon shining on
my grinning
forehead
as I trudge
around long
suburban
blocks thinking
of nothing
nothing
nothing
but her

I laugh
aloud
at how silly I sound
in silence, in
darkness broken
only by pinpricks
poked by stars
& that inimitable
grin reflecting
her eyes
upon me

I fear
that I will wave
my arms like mad
and be dragged
away: a lunatic
whose love
for the moon
is mistaken
for madness
October 5, 2008


Thanks to Christine Stewart for her help in editing this poem.