Ask

 Without curiosity you curl up and die in the state or place you failed to ask was safe

Catalina de Erauso and the shark

She was the spanish pirate
I see it in her movement
Across the sea
pulling the treasure

surviving the waves
cutlass at her side
SHE IS THE LINSTOCK
THE LINSTOCK

seeing glass out onto the enormous blue
Sharks like me circling
Unapologetic king of the deep
I peak from the surface

See her scaling the ratlines and shrouds
So she can get a better view of the oncoming vessels
Her smile lights up the sea
All the way up in the crows nest

The dutch vessel continues through
The portuguese reduces speed
I the forsaken predator conjure the sperm whale
To break the hull of that caravela

Protecting my little spanish freebooting corsair
And giving my brothers a bountiful lunch
As i follow her brigantine
You can only see my fin

Ella era la pirata española
Lo veo en su movimiento
A través del mar
Arrastrando el tesoro

Sobreviviendo a las olas
Alfanje a su lado
ELLA ES EL BOTAFUEGO
EL BOTAFUEGO

Catalejo hacia el inmenso azul
Tiburones como yo, circulando
Rey del abismo sin disculpas
Asomo desde la superficie

La veo trepando por las jarcias y los obenques
Para tener una mejor vista de las naves que se acercan
Su sonrisa ilumina el mar
Allá arriba en el nido de cuervo

El navío holandés continúa su rumbo
El portugués reduce la velocidad
Yo, el depredador abandonado, conjuro al cachalote
Para romper el casco de esa carabela

Protegiendo a mi pequeña corsaria española
Y dando a mis hermanos un abundante festín
Mientras sigo su bergantín
Solo puedes ver mi aleta

Fleeting, consumed

 I am a stick in the sun
A log in the fire
I am just a satelite
Objects close in

I enter the illumination
of the supermarkets ceiling
pouring down on me
people don't give space

Their bodies press up against
They extort attention
by raising voices
making physical contact

The shelves and displays
neon hypbnotism
I am a wallet
A purchase a product and a receipt

Vitrine's finer liquids

 The man reached out and brushed the mannequin with his hungry fingers, obsession was holding his arm up, drool spilling generously down to the unswept floor failing to find a clean surface to land on.

He pushed his eyelids open to continue ogling the mannequin, using the reinforcments of his brow and forehead. sighing with deep affection as his sweat stained fingers touched the plastic arm of her.

He shifted his position on the stool accusing himself in his own head of letting his senses betray him into an intoxicating limerence at frequency so erotic in his mind's radio, he was running out of underwear.

The mannequin stayed exactly still, showed no signs of arousal and the surface of her remained hard and dry. All things the logical mind would say, should put a man off. Not so.

So again the man reached out his damp warm fingers searching for something outside of the aberration he was accustomed to seeing each morning in the mirror before suiting up to work the vitrine's of that old department store on brompton road.

In the quiet of my toothache

 sliding down my saliva flood night

Toothache renders me useless

Howling into the dawn a lame animal

The cyclic pains of life coming to stay the weekend

the pillow pushes on the nerve and wakes me

the pain wrecks me, I roll and I fade

I give into the pain and it intensifies

sliding down my jaw

sliding down the last jarring emotion of dream

setting discomfort over my face

I must just bear it silence

I must just imitate the quiet

I fission

 Separate my life,
cut through it NOW I am two.
Dreams from reality from sight,
the division bleeding.
The blood is shimmering.

Which are my clothes?
Is my body reality?
Do I wear my dreams?
Am I illusive? Am i fallacy?
Chase these words.

Separate my muscle apart,
from my heavy bones
My brain from my heavy heart.
See me in these pure contradictions.
Trying to thread it all together I the blind tailor!

Is reality my body?
Am I dressed in my dreams?
One falls off the other I am naked?
I am ignored until the shimmering division of me,
engulfs the world in a searing broad growling fission?

Secrets of this verse tattoed on the flames

Regrets and hurt unglue from this life game

Clay faced and confused

 clay faced
my nose slipped off
soft as thought soft as despair
thumb-marked, unfinished

No one stopped me
but I felt the air
touch somewhere
and eyes searching

A man offered me distance
for eighty-five thousand
said I could leave a part of myself
in every country

Outside, dogs moved in packs,
rib-thin,
welcoming me in
 knowing kindness

Inside, the pool held the afternoon
like a spread umbrella, sapphire dream
everyone dissolving into their vices
into their desires agendas and want

I stood there
half-shaped by the pain
half-seen by the world
deciding what to keep to keep of me