God (but you are beautiful) I whisper, half afraid to breathe or close my eyes. So beautiful – so beautiful (and here with me) and I am old and I am hungry, lonely and not used to worlds of wonder. Come (she comes to me) now – and naked and I die a thousand [...]
(A bit of character assassination) Given that the play has moments of obscurity, even before it tumbles into awkwardness, and admitting further that a character who has to face a bungled plot cannot be held responsible for all his failures, Hamlet truly is pathetic: seeing ghosts and playing hard to get, fleeing to England [...]
Fireflies and flowers and mummified pharaohs: everything’s dying with breakneck speed. All of our moments are dying around us; we’re shedding our breath with our skin. Mozart is gone and so is next century; now is the skull within. There are no morals and there is no prayer against or to Entropy. Fireflies and [...]
So, it’s bubbly and what of it? Drowning men can tell you that has nothing much to do with taste
Full moon and out of whiskey, almost out of money and half out of my mind, I scribble notes; my thoughts are drawn in black and Sartre. I can almost touch the lady of the lake, the woman of all lonely dreams, sitting next to me on her pale pedestal, ordering Daiquiris like so [...]
The dragon slept in the heart of the mountain. It dreamt of rivers of fire and molten flesh, that transformed the valley below into a lake of blood-red flames. It dreamt that the moon caught fire and broke into pieces, which came down in a red rain that wrapped the earth in a burning [...]
There was road rage and road kill on each slippery stone of the highway to Heaven – and bumper to bumper, drive-by hysterics of mad, gridlocked souls. Oh, the pushing and shoving on the stairway to Heaven; terrible cursing, when soles stepped on fingers; horrible screaming, when the dearly departed fell off. So, my love, [...]
 For R. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” Pablo Neruda 1) I love the way your colours run through me I love the way your colours run through me; the way your dreams like landscapes grow (like road maps, towers, rivers, trees mushrooming like crazy) inside me, [...]
I tiptoe through you like some tourist lost in wonder in the Hermitage: shy, in awe and undeserving of this wealth of beauty and appraisal. My worlds enfolded in your hair, that drapes my thoughts like curtains; the way your eyes, now closed, still find me, like the rainbow binds the flood. I tiptoe through [...]
We move. We move, almost as fast as light, faster than anything manmade ever went before. We move; we move (FrÃo, frÃo, como el agua del rÃo.) through this vastness, past planets, past comets, past yellow suns, red suns, giants and dwarfs. We move past black holes and nebulae and stars turned cinders. We move [...]
They do not look at you – not really. You know their eyes won’t stop for signs of skin and bone and we are lost. We love that soft skin mystery: the purring alien and the delicate stranger within We do not question that they live forever. Their paws of baby skin and razor-blades tell [...]
Head perched, like a little bird: her shoulders slightly up. If she could have taken to the sky, she would be gone by now. What is it she is waiting for? What is her part in this machine, she plays, unwittingly, so well? Does she dream? (She rubs her hands in glue and even looks [...]
Part one: Tell me Tell me more, you whisper, tell me more. My love, what can I say? I am that village that Chagall once drew, dreaming its strange old dreams. I am that violin, that sings this one old tune; the violinist himself, that perfect stranger: strange of colour, strange of form, faithfully guarding [...]
The sea moves slowly, like a muscle under skin of pearl. The sun is near invisible, a perfect burning pinpoint that transforms the sky from singularity towards a bruise of fading colours. The trees stand without tremor, without whisper. Even the tallest grass looks sculpted, still and far removed from the unruly sweat of dawn. [...]
I want these words to move, like fingernail and tongue, across the deepest blue of patient, Southern skies, onto the darkest spaces in between the furnace stars: to write your name and holy flesh and all your glory there, like I would move your fingertips and close the soft rims of your lips, your teeth [...]
Going up, one more time, by means of sheer imagination, modern marvels of ignition and old midnight oil: noisy contraptions, coming apart step, by step, by step and going up: all systems going, there’s time for some last words, some thought, some prayer – and then at last, at last we’re on our way but [...]
(For Dan Simmons) The dead lie still. The ghosts are silent. This bone-dry land is not the land of arrows carved, of sacred stone. The plains are dead and silent. In cities, ghosts of those who never lived now dwell. Their works are not the work of man. Their tongues are pitiful and weak: a [...]
All shadows are real. All move with the light that awaits them: their substance a breath, a thin layer of trust in iron-set law – and shadows, like love, not caring for, careful of causes: a distant and powerful sun or a trembling, hand-held candle will do.
We take the sky – I’ll take you with me. I borrowed wings from an owl that I raised last night. It fed on bits and pieces of left-over words and dreaming. It drank what was left of my rhymes. We take the sky – your arms around me. We’ll leave the gutters and the [...]
I drive my dreams this autumn night, through potholes, past the roadkill and the hydrants, the washed-out poems of a dying day. I drive my dreams this quiet night, by the light of Dylan Thomas and the sound of stars – and I drive to you. I drive to you: I die and breathe and [...]