The Boy with Electric Eyes

    One dreamy and wet conception, having been conceived on a stormy and similar night to itself, made his incredible self-discovery. Thence came the breath and the polarities, each keen on free motion and change. Since then, he'd been wondering:

was it the lust or the lightning that gave him his life?

Inspiration: Tom Robbins

Fibbing from the Santa Maria

Tight thighs, making flowers cry. I Smell good, containing the reasons why. And with more importance, the answers. But on importance, I am the one who places the fame.

Big Silence

I AM YOUR VESSEL
-hollow, honest and true


I see you ,
like  I see a thousand suns rising
over its own ocean of silent 
and blue

You, the Warrior

Catching up on my time for thought

a thought caught up to me

and caught on

to me

i

felt him, the warrior

onto me, the young fawn

birthing discipline
and magnificence 

all the while
whispering through to one another
and tickling pink sparkling flesh

Doves

i once fell in love
with the whitest of doves

who illuminated me
with his warm company

i once fell in love
with a black bird

whose mystery set the fire in me
and birthed my stillborn son

Lost

and when i need to

vomit

i vomit

and the world inside me explodes like a thousand dying pigs

getting dirty before they die.

what is happening can be found

past a touch and every sound

talk to me,

i am sand

and the pigs lay down and die on me

see me;

wide, open gap in the space

where all things are known

but to be known yet, still

is

to

to be found

alors - without a sound -

, i close back up the door