Friday, September 30, 2016

Wind Son

Wind Son

They arrived,
invaded blood
like wet feathers.
You feed fear
and loneliness
as if they were
two small animals
lost in the desert.
They’re here to burn 
the Age of Sleep.

Your life
is a constant goodbye.
You hold on
like a snake that’s only itself
when there’s nobody looking.
You cry, open
the jewelry box 
of your desires and you’re richer
than night. But there’s so much isolation
that your words commit suicide.

Christina Aguilera - Dirrty ft. Redman

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Endless Nights of November

Endless Nights of November

I spoke of dead bodies
under endless November nights
and I waited
but nothing happened.

I fled without realizing I fled,
dates near and far              written on water
I swallowed in small sips.

Below, a finger, tense, severe,
pointing at me from the sea
like a domesticated circus bear.
I left everything I knew as mine.
Days past became shock waves,
forms of gloom the future dawns.

I’ve seen you look at me
five hundred times,
but look at me again           upright
against noon clarity. I’m not a visitor
from the world, 

I am the world!
I am the north wind tarnished
after battering bowed heads
of people populated by darkness
and death. The lamp’s fire
is no more beautiful
than the light of a bonfire.

I’ve seen thousands of men
dumped in a single grave,
and flowers blooming
on that grave, and rain,
and boats in the distance,
then a desolate, gloomy wasteland
and someone walking backwards forever.

I’ve seen this and kept silent.
Now my lips kiss without love.
They know a vastness
where cliff and sky
are not any different.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Motel Borinquen

Motel Borinquen

A condom falls on night’s shadows.
Desire lubricates my insides.
I’m sedated by your bang hole,
the jazz, the cannabis, the nether elite
to which I aspire.

Come to my dildo
manufactured on the streets
of Borinquen.

This word archeology
discovers the bone, the psychic earthquake
of reason’s instability and all
its caveman connections.

The sun falls on the city’s mist,
its eye penetrates the hustler’s wallet
and the hidden book of Babylon.

Insolent amazement dries
drunks’ rheum. A beautiful river
descends from a stone and travels
to the caveman’s ancient foreskin.
It is the transfiguration
of androgynous men into angels
carrying the metaphysics
of their pockets in their language.

The luxury of their burials
conveys the stigma of a leprechaun.
Because they made money
the final solution…the microcosm
of their soul is dead.

They’re threatened
by the burnished skeleton of a lover
and a joke made with a vulture’s gaze.

It’s not always like this.
But the city’s bourgeois need him
so he rushes to the blue chalet
by the sea, Motel Borinquen!

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Morning - For my friend Gaby


Today I woke with purple eye.
The bed sheet covered with bitterness,
the horizon dyed your gaze with resentment.
It was my prison, my sticky algae refuge,
the silence of dead birds.

God I love you Gaby! Your hands
strange tentacles of islands.
Oysters open their eaten shells
rock jellyfish and sirens
have indigo lips.
So much oblivion, so much baseness!

A wounded wolf with hemlock penis
howled in your brain.
It hit the staghorn corals.
So much water lily perfume
in the swamp inside you.

The morning was intoxicating liquor,
menstrual delirium. Your sex
on top of my tumbling soul
defeated. The froth of your mouth,
the epilepsy of sound scream:
God how I love you!

You were the vampire
of my night carriage, the dice
rolled in red brothels, the subtle
emanation of nipples.

Next morning
your teeth bit my forbidden fruit,
walked with tousled hair, wandered
the streets of my chalices.  You knew
how to unleash the envy of morning joggers.

There’s no answer to the torture
of your silence, you gave everything
you had in the rocks, the mosses,
the cliffs, the gelatin slits of my skin.
Your gaze fell victim to a deathly pecking.
Once eyeless, you destroyed gulls,
infected the solace of your prison cell.




You are the first haggard hours of my morning.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Binnacle - in English and Indonesian for my good friend Saipul Saipul Bin Sanusi


you cannot know
navigation not having rowed
on a man’s sex
shipwrecked, washed up
on one of his beaches

Anda tidak bisa tahu navigasi
takak memiliki dayung
pada jenis kelamin laki-laki
berkebangasaan, terdampar
salah satu pantai nya

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Returning to his Body - for Hamza

Returning to his Body

The boy left his cows
and came to me,
what splendorous rod,
how swift and dark his stature,
what swollen, slender nudity!

My body, my labyrinth,
come call, scold, hurt,
calm my troubled slits.
Find me clinging to your waist
orange blossom in my mouth.

                        Before my eyes
                        a peal of freshness,
                        triumphant, passionate confusion
                        emerges from his legs.

A sound as tender as the wind
blowing through the trees struck
my breast. We were silent,
winners—losers, cut
over rough straws, him beside me,
my face between his genitals ferocious.
He left his cows,
copious sweet wine,
and came to me.

Monday, September 12, 2016

First Ceremony

First Ceremony

You lie a novice on my bed
delightful, earthy, mild.
You appear to sleep
and I’m beside myself
when my hands unfold
their poverty on your hair.
I find you naked, I am myself
naked, amazed,
a shimmer, wretched,
and soft. What can I do
blinded and mute.
Bewildered? You keep
your gaze ferocious, hungry
devouring the dark,
your sex wet and hurting
with the memory of your first
ejaculation, your lips no longer in need
of the child you were.
Your way of being licks me
like a dog, a wild horse.
Your navel makes my head rotate.
I tend my hand towards your thighs
and blow by blow they separate,
and meet, and turn into a fiery gap
in turmoil on the bed sheet.
Take me, kneel, and separate,
come back, hurtle, howl.
All of a sudden you slit
my darkness and rain
inside me!

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Sometimes me, but always You - for Fredrick

Sometimes me,  but always You

You love me?

Are you listening?

Do you love me?

The third silence was blunt.  I walked away restless, my sobs desiring to sob.  How much more do I need to stop needing? What if we sleep together? Should we talk about something else?

It’s cold outside, maybe you should wear a scarf to cover your distant eyes.

My Earthly Goods - for Fredrick

My Earthly Goods

They closed the park
and paved the lawn.
I don’t have more
than what my pockets
can hold, a couple
of avocados, lemons,
a kitten with no owner,
and so many kisses
for you…

Who at the end of the day
all you have are blisters,
a mild winter
that does not satisfy
your longing, and me,
and doubts, and who knows
what else?

Thursday, September 08, 2016

Twilight Body - Sorry! I've been sick all this time!

Twilight Body

I want to rid myself of this blood
depopulate this death
undress this face.
Open my legs between swollen trees
and engender a jungle
where desire sprouts blindly.
I want to poke my head
between the lips of the world
pursue the thrashing of my pubis
and save myself from me
the broken, the incomplete one.
I want to be the dawn.

Saturday, September 03, 2016

Wake Up Paper Man

Wake Up Paper Man

Wake up and hear my voice!
I am your weightless brother
hiding in your shadow, a drunk kiss,
the nightmare of a god, a spider
in heat. I am the nameless beast
that follows your footsteps,
lethal, absurd. I never believed
In your freedom.

Worship me in altars made of pitchforks and whips.

Wait for me in your dreams,
your tears, your anger.
I’ll wait for you warm and loving
so that together we lower
the curtain of blood and skin.

Take the hand that awaits you
since you lit the first fire
and follow your own forgotten darkness.

Dia Nacional de la Salsa 2011, Bailando Salsa. This is how we dance salsa in my country! It's magical to watch!


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