November 4, 2023
Trekking through the tall grass; underneath is unknown.
Snakes slither and scorpions shake their stingers, feeling
trembling pulses vibrating on the ground. The critters
Stay low, interpreting and absorbing their anxious fear.
Shivering shoots the droplets off their damp cotton
Shirts, falling like massive raindrops onto the brown
Dirt beneath the brush, alarming the creeping inhabitants.
“Ya mero llegamos. Ya se que están cansados.
November 2, 2023
Even the audience walked away from Arthur Miller, our most adult
of theatre artists, and took up with Edward Albee, the vaudeville
crybaby grown bored of the Rye circuit. Here they stand, pissing
on blank canvasses and drawing pink moustaches onto Renaissance
portraits. One guy added a tampon string dangling along the inner thigh
of Ruben’s rotund chick. They’re sawing a Bernini sculpture in half.
October 30, 2023
A sky swims forward
into the glen of a singing eye,
down deep silence,
where frothing darkness
washes mountain peaks,
birthing through waves
twisting like spines
across black rocks,
as a three-year spiked scream
brings cursed light to a still sky.
October 27, 2023
one night the needle
peeking sharp through
my brain tweezed, burst
into your little sighs
in the diorama of your small room
I leaned in because we never before shared
split silence, knifing pecans into stringy quiet,