The Rattler of My Soul

“A wake,” you said,
and in the middle
of the hustle and bustle
I stood at a-ttention---
entranced by your gospel.
Your cosmic trance
pulled me out of
the juggernaut,
and I returned to Saturn---
where · logic · has · expired · milk.

With you I peel surfaces
off the universe,
and listen to the airwaves
of the unknown.

But the sound of madness
spewing on the floor
is mesmerizing.

When you knock me off cloud nine,
I get a temperature
over one hundred,
and my heart
pounds my soul.
And the rings start fading
and I lose Saturn.
And I’m back
pushing along,
lightyears away,
waiting
for my ship.

syllogism: lull

The lulling of the masses. I am the mass. The lulling of me.

''hija de la mala vida no soy''

Hija de la mala vida
Que mas se le puede llamar
Ha alguien que esta a tus pies,
A una pendeja.
Perjudicada.
Me acochillas el corazon
Con tu indiferiencia
Con tu malestar
Con tu desorden
Con tu desastre
Con tu desdicha
Con tu desmadre
Con lo que sea
Carne y hueso soy hoy
Horita por lo tanto
Por lo pronto
Por lo ya
Imposible hacerte entender
Regresamos a lo mismo
Tu y yo sabemos
Que la naturaleza sabe mas,
Que pleitos entre Dios o gobiernos son pleitos perdidos
Y como eso yo no busco pleito
Con tu desmadre
Con algo que no se puede ganar
Es tu lucha,
No la hagas mia.

Natural Selection

She's adaptable.
She can be flexible.
It is her flexibility
that makes her stable,
the post for the anchor--
the ship, rocked too much by the waves.
This part of her nature
maintains the rat race:
Darwin's notorious claim to fame.
So don't let Prince Charming
boil your blood.
He's debunked, dissolved, inadequate, a fraud.
Trust yourself,
trust your instinct,

said the sage.