“Her words evoked textures and echoes, the color of voices, the rhythm of footsteps”
- Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Serendipity
There is no meant to be, no fate or plan
or biblical cannon blowing a future in my face.
Just the cool breeze, a deep kiss, the orange vision
against a teal meditation that lifts me through the heavens.
What a pity, it’s serene and silk and goose flesh
chatter at the end of my fingers as I stroke her arm.
Interruption, meet your Omen
May I stand in your way today?
An unstoppable rock in your road
Can you change the course of my day?
Let me cast myself through your clay?
Let’s be both Interruption and Omen.
Both break, and opening moment.
Buff(al)o Bar
Wherever you are
Dream up a star
Ayahuasca nights
Dancing in lights
Sprawled by the fire
Sipping into desire.
Butterfly Trap
That’s not a knot in your stomach, it’s a butterfly!
Today I can sit on that knot.
Or let it sit in me while my stomach acid gnaws on it, or me.
But let’s not forget how we met.
Or why we keep each other around.
Butterflies need to feed on something.
Cerené Brûlée
When you smell like honeysuckle thinks,
it might be time for after dinner drinks.
When you taste like a rainbow scar,
this sugary crust will take you far.
When you sound like rich Ruby port,
I’m left with a single crimson thought…
Hangover Cement
May I offer you a liquid cement?
The way I see it,
you drank your excuse,
scared is all you are
to play my caboose!
Then harden the fuck up!
Mexicome off it
There’s an angel on your arm
And a Devil on your charm
A heatstroke on your thighs
Lactic acidosis in your secret sun
Come on out, come have some fun
There’s a wedding on the run.
Synesthesecclesiasticles
Have you ever smelled a rain cloud’s sighs?
Have you ever tasted a river’s cries?
In this church of dark brown skies,
lie the lies that lay down smiles.
If we worship what each perceives,
may we all be synesthesecclesiasticles!
Woooooooof
“Having forgotten the colour of loves and the taste of hatreds. We thought we were immortal.” ― Fernando Pessoa
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