my new ela

 

underneath the sky of mother-of-pearl
no more need to
close my eyes and
drive over cliff
for this is right.
this is right.

I stand upright on this big bright ball
I do what I do
love whom I love
and that is you.
in love with life.
so short.

go

inside out

we plunge into each other's eyes
and live in here
making everything right
our souls the world

winter dream

the virginal field of white flows up into
the whiteness of no sky

when a sudden speck of black
becomes a deer
becomes a tear
from deep within a dream

your postcard was the silent world now
through which we drove,
my heart white with
the hum of love

big bang

after everyone died along with her
after all caved in in the end
the year turned inside again
and the light withdrew

into here

into this warm core of
passion where you and I
have been creating a new
universe for everyone to live in

dreamtime

 

as I drive aimlessly

along the late october coast

under a dreamtime sky,

I finally see that

there are three ways
to settle this:

let her go

- but she just won’t.

so fuck myself and drown her with me –

look love, I drive hands-free at 110 mph!

accept her

and live among ghosts forever.

give myself

to you.

the choice is easy. I won’t drive over the cliff.
take my hand.

close quarters

no, I have not forgotten

nor am I forgetting,

but she lives in dreamtime now -

too far away for a phone call.

as for me, I've found shelter from the cold,

and as I ponder all my

impossible pasts
and possible futures,

I mostly hope I will live
a little longer.

this is what you become
when you've lived at close quarters with death

outono peruano

o ar é de ardósia
coberta de giz
que escorre
traçados cris de calor
neste terrário hermético
onde brotam orquídeas carnudas
e um vaporoso cio
no substrato do nosso
amor
perfeito