yumado | September 29, 2009
It’s pouring.
I can hear it tapping at the window.
Sitting by the table, I ignore its taunt.
The phone rings.
I can hear it echoing through the room.
Eating my meal, I ignore its invitation.
The television turns off.
yumado | September 28, 2009
Though I wanted to touch it,
To Taste it,
I kept my distance,
Sitting in the shade.
The very smell of it,
Causes a series of reactions.
Swelling occurs,
Expelling a corporal product.
yumado | September 27, 2009
Constant sunshine, I was lost,
I was lured by the smell of food,
The sounds of music
And slapping.
Welcomed with open arms and bottles.
I ate and drank,
I watched a dance before me.
There was a magic I could not resist.
aderkatch | September 25, 2009
In the fall, I will fall apart.
and sing a hymn for deaf men’s ears.
In the fall, I will turn yellow
alone to shiver as Death nears.
They plant my feet a top a hill.
so I may stretch my limbs apart.
But Sleep arrives to let me rest
beneath pale lanterns and black seas.
Is it folly then to dream
of a [...]
yumado | September 23, 2009
Sometimes, when you’re around,
I feel like I’m on fire.
When you smile at me,
You make me turn so red,
I begin to sweat,
You make me spontaneously combust.
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