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Two poems up at Emerge Magazine , Porn and Airports. I love these two poems of mine.

Exile Terrified. A cloud sleeps alone in the sky. I look at the bottom of my glass, search for what is to transpire, & what will not befall. A tall, blond, green-eyed man white as my cloud, without an appointment shows up, wakes me from the dream.

Chris has lent his “Blue Ribbon” vocals to Erick Baker Grand Torino, Fred Hammond, Kirk Franklin, and his own group, the Blue Brothers. Nationally, appearing on B.E.T., or locally, winning the 2015 Voice-Off Knoxville competition, Chris shares every ounce of his talent with his audience. You've got to be really talented to sing a Steve Wonder's song like "Superstition," and brave! 

Abel Makkonen Tesfaye, known professionally as The Weeknd, is a Canadian singer, songwriter and record producer. In late 2010, Tesfaye anonymously uploaded several songs to YouTube under the name "The Weeknd." This guy is one of the most talented singer/songwriters around!

Selena Marie Gomez is an American actress and singer. Having appeared as a child in the children's television series Barney & Friends, Gomez rose to fame as the leading role in the Disney Channel series Wizards of Waverly Place. This chicana girl has a gifted voice!

Born Robyn  Rihanna  Fenty, on February 20, 1988, in Barbados, Rihanna  signed with Def Jam records at age 16 and in 2005 released her first album Music of the Sun, which sold more than two million copies worldwide. This Caribbean beauty is extremely talented.

Porn Sitting on a terrace chair the breeze moves ornaments that clash with his clean nails and restless legs. The cigar creates anticipation of another nude, but the scene lengthens music drips and his eyes are abyssed sunsets. There is a certain (his robe, a bird print) melancholy in his presence.

Bare Embers You, naked stretch out on my skin like a hill bitten by the sun. The fruit slips, grows, swells, it's burning. At six in the mirror you enter me as the most expectant guest, simple as a river of light. You cover me with your man skin. You, the tongue that runs through my veins to silence me. You take my eyes off painfully and give me two other arms with which to weigh your inner thighs. Your mouth drizzles on my back. You scratch my back and write your name. You talk to me with your bones. My moan, the longest sound you’ll hear tonight. When we are alone, still naked, when everything is over, it hails. The air has just discovered us.

When the World Reached a Different Age I pin my astonishment to his lips. His black elephant eyes bleeding. I save the light from under his hair. Sun. Shadows in his eyelashes bandy like grapes of a winepress. I rebuilt the fever, and sunset flutters in his socks. Him, medium in years, thirty-seven. I tumble off his neck when under the briefs two fragile ships begin to submit.

From the Window There goes the drunken moon on its way home. I drink the night like a body fallen to the cement of solitude. The rats of the garden  warm, shelter, and comfort me with chewed kisses. Dawn smells like the bodies consumed by the waters that fell into the landfills of who I use to be. I do not know if I am or not who wants the new night the New Year this age-old time to end, and every yesterday turned into a song warming my night.

Otra tal vez la última mentira que escondo bajo la luna blanca de mis uñas. Otro, tal vez el único recuerdo perdido del eco sigiloso en voz de hombre seducido. Otra, no está vida, camina mareada  en el desvelo  de tu piel.

Desprecio No dormiré. Me acostaré inmóvil hasta que llegue el alba. Mis pupilas esconden todo lo desechado. Tiraré mis piernas al mar para ver cómo me hundo. Cuando abra mis ojos comprenderás que estoy tuerto de sol y luna. Así soy yo de sangre fría. He pervertido hasta tu desprecio.

Tegucigalpa Llegué por aire desde el gris de la memoria, a los pinos más hermosos que continúan pintando la sal de mis perladas nubes isleñas. No dejo de inhalar tus fragancias, Catedral donde cante villancicos en francés. Brisas soplan alegres, acogidas a manos inocentes. Despunta el revuelo de las aves marcando el alba y el crepúsculo con su trova. Allí aprendí que el sol cristaliza la memoria. Luna bruja, hechizaste mi vasija rota.

The Portrait Night winds coil the sunless hours as daylight wiggles out of darkness. A kingly fez, curved by a green turban, spun round His hallowed head. Humble, my beloved, the painter could not gaze into His face. He took his hands, so blessed, and smoothed the crests on His garb. The painter had no choice, he bowed in shame.

Nota sobre la mesa - imitando a William Carlos Williams Quiero que lo sepas que los mangos que dejaste sobre la mesa estaban ricos. Dulces, bien maduritos. Gracias por el café. No olvides que Enrique y los muchachos vienen esta noche a tomarse unas cervezas. Ellos y sus esposas. Ángela llamo, Miguel salió bien en todos los exámenes. Ya no hay que preocuparse por el cáncer.

Eco de Lluvia Nadie te comprende como yo. Escucho en el silencio de tus manos aire prendido en llamas navegando dentro de mi llanto. La estrechez de mis paredes se derrumba de solo mirar tus piernas. Bailamos esta pieza con la muerte sin recordar que nos prometió la vida. Reclamo dos suspiros y una guirnalda.  Si tu amante no regresa ahogaremos nuestras penas juntos, cual piedras mojadas, girando sobre el eco conturbado de la lluvia.

Four Saints and a Demon Chewing Tabacco These are the troubled times of tortured folksongs, before the last war ended and I am no reincarnation of Dylan Thomas. This is when I and I get married, age together, die in Montevideo, before the last war ended and rediscover the secret of life reincarnated as Allen Ginsberg at the wake for Sal Paradise, tobacco and Sunday paper in hand, before the last war ended. I consider implants, and reincarnate as Gertrude Stein.