10/12/2017

PEOPLE ARE WOMEN TOO


PEOPLE ARE WOMEN TOO


Look out for unexpectedness
and in the consistency of the the usual
that is magic

just because you wander
not ignoring what is obvious
and the common

taking the worst ideas
drinking them under the table
making a sensible hangover

and the common so obvious
that consistency of magic
so usual

just because you wander
that consistency of the unexpectedness
that usual magic

drinking it under the table
ignoring the common obvious
that people are women too

usual magic of the worst idea
unexpected obvious
from drinking under the table

a consistency unexpected
ignoring the drinking
of magic

for the hangover


A. MENDOZA, 2017








PEOPLE ARE WOMEN TOO


PEOPLE ARE WOMEN TOO


Look out for unexpectedness
and in the consistency of the the usual
that is magic

just because you wander
not ignoring what is obvious
and the common

taking the worst ideas
drinking them under the table
making a sensible hangover

and the common so obvious
that consistency of magic
so usual

just because you wander
that consistency of the unexpectedness
that usual magic

drinking it under the table
ignoring the common obvious
that people are women too

usual magic of the worst idea
unexpected obvious
from drinking under the table

a consistency unexpected
ignoring the drinking
of magic

for the hangover


A. MENDOZA, 2017








10/04/2017

Joshua's Watching


JOSHUA'S WATCHING


Let me write one for you
by the fall
across desert sands
unaccompanied winds
with gale and autumn
as witness

making an image
by the stretching shadows
brushing up on the mountains
where down hidden valleys
trickles sunsets
as wonders

chips of shadows
amongst high lit tans
as brushing breezes like fingers
make a dance
with desert grasses
as individuals and together

joshuas' watching
as sentinels
arms upwards
as if to lift a moonlight
upholding the breeze
as it glows

along a zephyr's night
an Autumn’s whisper
and a questioning owl
to the spaces between
mountains and sands
and where they connect

lifted moonlight
carried by zephyr’s sands
an October whisper
before the fall
that shimmers
a hint to winter

A. MENDOZA, 2017



Joshua's Watching


JOSHUA'S WATCHING


Let me write one for you
by the fall
across desert sands
unaccompanied winds
with gale and autumn
as witness

making an image
by the stretching shadows
brushing up on the mountains
where down hidden valleys
trickles sunsets
as wonders

chips of shadows
amongst high lit tans
as brushing breezes like fingers
make a dance
with desert grasses
as individuals and together

joshuas' watching
as sentinels
arms upwards
as if to lift a moonlight
upholding the breeze
as it glows

along a zephyr's night
an Autumn’s whisper
and a questioning owl
to the spaces between
mountains and sands
and where they connect

lifted moonlight
carried by zephyr’s sands
an October whisper
before the fall
that shimmers
a hint to winter

A. MENDOZA, 2017



10/01/2017

SURE

 

 SURE

is wonder just not 
a knowing
or
a sure? 

is to be curious
to be idle
or
or the idol?

and in a lie
to be sure
or
a truth?

fail safe
put it in a boat
for safe keeping
and hope it won't sink

with you in it
or test it 
on someone else
to be sure

unless you're curious
 

A. MENDOZA, 2017



SURE

 

 SURE

is wonder just not 
a knowing
or
a sure? 

is to be curious
to be idle
or
or the idol?

and in a lie
to be sure
or
a truth?

fail safe
put it in a boat
for safe keeping
and hope it won't sink

with you in it
or test it 
on someone else
to be sure

unless you're curious
 

A. MENDOZA, 2017



9/30/2017

Tale of a Bucktoothed Vampire


 


Where
isn’t humiliation
biting back
once bitten

where
a humiliation
never humble
a fang

making fun of vampires
who are bucktoothed
and getting bitten
solves nothing

for a bucktoothed
vampire
humiliated
as you bleed

suddenly
there is no fun
in humiliation
and getting bitten

no more blood to let
humility
in pooled
reflections

a vampire can’t see
reflections
twisted fangs
with no comic relief

for a bucktoothed
vampire
humiliation
and the tale



A. MENDOZA, 2017





Tale of a Bucktoothed Vampire


 


Where
isn’t humiliation
biting back
once bitten

where
a humiliation
never humble
a fang

making fun of vampires
who are bucktoothed
and getting bitten
solves nothing

for a bucktoothed
vampire
humiliated
as you bleed

suddenly
there is no fun
in humiliation
and getting bitten

no more blood to let
humility
in pooled
reflections

a vampire can’t see
reflections
twisted fangs
with no comic relief

for a bucktoothed
vampire
humiliation
and the tale



A. MENDOZA, 2017





9/10/2017

Lacquer


 


LACQUER



walking on water
lighter than air
witness the colour
of you own sound


standing over clouds
your breath
painting
your own music


running with breezes
filling in the lines
shading
your rhythm


flying as music
charcoal strokes puff
swirling lacquer
living music dancing


A .Mendoza, 2017











Lacquer


 


LACQUER



walking on water
lighter than air
witness the colour
of you own sound


standing over clouds
your breath
painting
your own music


running with breezes
filling in the lines
shading
your rhythm


flying as music
charcoal strokes puff
swirling lacquer
living music dancing


A .Mendoza, 2017