No Flame

 

NO FLAME

masking detail

hibernating
between intentions
no pressure

the curl of unplanned paths
an odd line
laid out in 3-d
no landscape

lined pages
aligned before maligned
across the elevations
no depth

the next why
hyperventilating
between hits
no vapor

smoke and mirrors
noisy images
a silent thought
no flame

no water
evaporation complete
lifting fog
to a view

no unseen
colored sights
unspotted
in the dark

no spoiled
planted plain
growing on water
as reflection

between intention
and hyperventilation
there is no plain
for silent thought

an odd line
of unplanned paths
laid out in 3-d
the next why

A. MENDOZA, 2017

 

No Flame

 

NO FLAME

masking detail

hibernating
between intentions
no pressure

the curl of unplanned paths
an odd line
laid out in 3-d
no landscape

lined pages
aligned before maligned
across the elevations
no depth

the next why
hyperventilating
between hits
no vapor

smoke and mirrors
noisy images
a silent thought
no flame

no water
evaporation complete
lifting fog
to a view

no unseen
colored sights
unspotted
in the dark

no spoiled
planted plain
growing on water
as reflection

between intention
and hyperventilation
there is no plain
for silent thought

an odd line
of unplanned paths
laid out in 3-d
the next why

A. MENDOZA, 2017

 

That Old Black Gold Magic

That Old Black Gold Magic

the groaning of the sex
between water and coffee
the pot thickens

at each drip the ripples wave
beacons that beckon with whiffs
a promise of a cure for the disease

flow from the mist the steam defies gravity
once trapped
following a dream of least resistance

looking at the world open
without embarrassment
a refrain composed

like a potters clay
from the dirt
with a back beat accompaniment

and the steady whirring
sleepless and constant
dripping with anticipation

that old black gold magic


A. MENDOZA, 2017

That Old Black Gold Magic

That Old Black Gold Magic

the groaning of the sex
between water and coffee
the pot thickens

at each drip the ripples wave
beacons that beckon with whiffs
a promise of a cure for the disease

flow from the mist the steam defies gravity
once trapped
following a dream of least resistance

looking at the world open
without embarrassment
a refrain composed

like a potters clay
from the dirt
with a back beat accompaniment

and the steady whirring
sleepless and constant
dripping with anticipation

that old black gold magic


A. MENDOZA, 2017

OTHER

OTHER

 

a last taste of sweetness
from of one who isn't the other
and an offer to what is man
from the other

and only then imbibing the burning sweetness
of a gentle cloth that sifts a fragrance
magically surrounding like music
or a fog over water

scent of that kiss fills with a fragrance
like flowers in a spring breeze
unavoidable in a blatant reality
that is woman

in that fire the one
can be god or beast
or a drunken fool
but never again the same
shrouded by the other's mist

the rib came from Adam
but the bone was Eve
who fleshed out a living love
giving purpose to life

while the woman's gift
was more than knowledge
a man it was who brought murder
her love became the goal

the woman's life
the woman's love
the woman's gift
the woman's trust

bearing no sword
bearing no judgment
offering no knowledge
bearing a gentle voice

and with only a sip
of the sweet taste
a scent of the other
like flowering spring

a lasting taste of sweetness
an offer of what is man
out from mist to reality
never to be the same

from the one who is not one
in-spite of a man murder
the one avoids condemnation
magically surrounded by the music

listening to music in the fog
lit in fragrance like a sip
of a mist
bearing the gentle voice of the other


A. Mendoza, 2017

OTHER

OTHER

 

a last taste of sweetness
from of one who isn't the other
and an offer to what is man
from the other

and only then imbibing the burning sweetness
of a gentle cloth that sifts a fragrance
magically surrounding like music
or a fog over water

scent of that kiss fills with a fragrance
like flowers in a spring breeze
unavoidable in a blatant reality
that is woman

in that fire the one
can be god or beast
or a drunken fool
but never again the same
shrouded by the other's mist

the rib came from Adam
but the bone was Eve
who fleshed out a living love
giving purpose to life

while the woman's gift
was more than knowledge
a man it was who brought murder
her love became the goal

the woman's life
the woman's love
the woman's gift
the woman's trust

bearing no sword
bearing no judgment
offering no knowledge
bearing a gentle voice

and with only a sip
of the sweet taste
a scent of the other
like flowering spring

a lasting taste of sweetness
an offer of what is man
out from mist to reality
never to be the same

from the one who is not one
in-spite of a man murder
the one avoids condemnation
magically surrounded by the music

listening to music in the fog
lit in fragrance like a sip
of a mist
bearing the gentle voice of the other


A. Mendoza, 2017

shhh

shhh

sense softer silence

schooling sailors glide along

whipping whippling air

shhh

shhh

sense softer silence

schooling sailors glide along

whipping whippling air

Reasonable Love

Reasonable Love

presence in the age of reason

meditation amongst the digital domains

the cataleptic of love

revealing truth as false

observation becomes the questioning

those introspective hatreds

like crumpled paintings

projectiles slung like a splashing mud

displayed inkblots hints

of an unrepentant madman

a devolved surreal reality

witness the witnessing

reason amongst the digital domains

presence in the meditations

showing truth as false

against cataleptic love

A. Mendoza, 2017

Reasonable Love

Reasonable Love

presence in the age of reason

meditation amongst the digital domains

the cataleptic of love

revealing truth as false

observation becomes the questioning

those introspective hatreds

like crumpled paintings

projectiles slung like a splashing mud

displayed inkblots hints

of an unrepentant madman

a devolved surreal reality

witness the witnessing

reason amongst the digital domains

presence in the meditations

showing truth as false

against cataleptic love

A. Mendoza, 2017