Curvaceous

 

in a discovery 

light

through darkness

long and short

the strings

touching

and not connected

curvaceous

not tube 

not pipe

holding only themselves

to and end

not even

pathways in the threads

always equal

never the same

floating in the darkness

and a discovery of light

a curvaceousness

untouched

a string

a discovery

a darkness

though the light

end to end floating

pipes in the darkness

holding only themselves

even

 A. MENDOZA, 2017

Curvaceous

 

in a discovery 

light

through darkness

long and short

the strings

touching

and not connected

curvaceous

not tube 

not pipe

holding only themselves

to and end

not even

pathways in the threads

always equal

never the same

floating in the darkness

and a discovery of light

a curvaceousness

untouched

a string

a discovery

a darkness

though the light

end to end floating

pipes in the darkness

holding only themselves

even

 A. MENDOZA, 2017

Athazagoraphobia

To think and record

to remember

it is that eternal rush

to express

against the fear

against forgetting thought

almost as powerful

as the love of thinking

how in a mindless eternity

where love exists

remembering to express

against the fear

of forgetting

and record nothing

almost as powerful

as thought

forgetting fear

against love

or to live

in a mindless eternity

an eternal rush

to express

an eternal rush

to remember

almost as powerful

thought

as the love

of thinking

it is the eternal rush

to express

eternity

forgetting fear

A. MENDOZA, 2017

Athazagoraphobia

To think and record

to remember

it is that eternal rush

to express

against the fear

against forgetting thought

almost as powerful

as the love of thinking

how in a mindless eternity

where love exists

remembering to express

against the fear

of forgetting

and record nothing

almost as powerful

as thought

forgetting fear

against love

or to live

in a mindless eternity

an eternal rush

to express

an eternal rush

to remember

almost as powerful

thought

as the love

of thinking

it is the eternal rush

to express

eternity

forgetting fear

A. MENDOZA, 2017

wALKING bACKwARDS iN tHE dARK

Walking backwards in the dark

when you know how to walk in the dark

and see beauty in the light

reaching for a candle

and not getting burnt

stepping back without falling

to hear that whisper

that soft glowing

to feel that kiss and it’s warmth

walking backwards in the dark

to see the beauty of light

and it’s glowing warmth

without a stumble

what colour is a candle

the fire that burns

the fire in light

that a whisper can extinguish

what sound a footstep

to glide in the darkness

anticipating the kiss

without falling

walking backwards in the dark

A. MENDOZA, 2017

wALKING bACKwARDS iN tHE dARK

Walking backwards in the dark

when you know how to walk in the dark

and see beauty in the light

reaching for a candle

and not getting burnt

stepping back without falling

to hear that whisper

that soft glowing

to feel that kiss and it’s warmth

walking backwards in the dark

to see the beauty of light

and it’s glowing warmth

without a stumble

what colour is a candle

the fire that burns

the fire in light

that a whisper can extinguish

what sound a footstep

to glide in the darkness

anticipating the kiss

without falling

walking backwards in the dark

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

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

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