the pain is everywhere, it is a dancer, a frantic dancer, my nerves are fluttering with sensation so pure it is poignant, it is an orchestration of song, my body melting into strains of what might be music, i can’t be sure, it all bends during the intense moments and things overlap, i feel the roots of my dying tooth viciously sprouting into my jaw, i rub my neck to try and stop it from spreading, but i cannot, the heat flares up under my skin, my eyebrow, gently claw at my forehead to try and grab it, my skin shudders agony but then it fibrillates into near-orgasmic pleasure and i can’t tell where any of it ends or begins. for a moment the siren backs off and the relief that fills my heart is huge, but the dancer knows not what he wants yet, who he is, what is purpose and what is pointless and so the feeling swerves and doubles over and then blooms anew and half of my face radiating an invisible icy net and i try to think of what is in my hands, it’s three ibuprofen, i can’t remember what time it was, the last two i took were this morning, werent there also two at about four am? whatever, this will have to be it for a while and if this doesn’t work there’s always whiskey, the pain is now under my eye, it has its hateful, angelic, petal-thin hands scooped underneath my cheekbone and is cupping my eyeball with a panicky grip and i can feel the whisper-bright devil breathing, my eye beats like a quivering drum with each reverberation, i stare ahead and weep. all language has ceased to mean anything reasonable there is nothing left to do but dance
the petal-thin hands of pain
June 21st, 2009 § 0
like mango on the edge of a knife [spoken]
May 31st, 2009 § 0
this is the spoken version of a poem i wrote on umx in september of 2007. the spoken version does not read all of the written, but that is because it felt complete at this point…the written one wanders elsewhere, but this felt like the right place to end it when i read it over a few times. ive been asked to read this one aloud, and it took me a couple years to do it, but here it is.
From the Nectarine Meat collection of poems. Soon I’ll post a download link to this album in its entirety.
sky lyric [spoken]
May 26th, 2009 § 0
first written in november of 2008, this is the spoken version of sky lyric. there is a little glitch in the beginning, i’m aware of it. hope it doesn’t get in the way of appreciating what’s left.
From fever of peace.
fever of peace [spoken]
May 25th, 2009 § 0
here’s the title piece for the album of spoken word tracks fever of peace. (original post here).
that’s why we use an x [spoken]
May 25th, 2009 § 2
this is the spoken version of a poem i wrote on umx in march of 2008. tell ya the truth, i listen to them and sort of want to do them all over! but they were supposed to be practice for the upcoming podcasts, that i can’t let my usual sense of perfectionism drag them into neverland. (especially cuz i have heard weirrrrd things about neverland).
i realize that my father has writing where i’m pretty sure he uses this line in a poem…but x is my generation and this xicano will take it from here. . .
From the Nectarine Meat collection of poems. Soon I’ll post a download link to this album in its entirety.
remember [spoken]
May 25th, 2009 § 0
Remember…to breathe…
From fever of peace.
invierno [spoken]
May 24th, 2009 § 0
winter…can be so long. this last winter was especially long.
many of these poems from the new “album” fever of peace were written to spark light, fire, heat to see me through the winter. here is one…an awakening.
querida luna [spoken]
May 24th, 2009 § 0
for lunita.
summer surrender [spoken]
May 24th, 2009 § 0
i’ve spent some time today recording some poetry that I’ve written over the last year. here is one called summer surrender.
amor y guerra
May 13th, 2009 § 8
my body for you
my bones for you
my blood, my heat, my breath for you
i spend it like a child throwing coin in arcades
i wake up and run
along gold dusted paths green shade and torn feet skimming dew laden glade
my life for you and i slam toward the sun
if i burn up chasing stars
because i need to throw them sideways at mute tanks and stone faced fakes
then i’ll turn to smoke laughing
hover over your shoulders and hair
when you feel you’re alone and nobody cares
bristlebrush honeycomb tangerine
fist in the air junglerudder in the stream
you are the stuff of a guerrilleros dream