The rose in your teeth has thorns for your gums. Flowers die. Sometimes they stink like dead fish.
Fall down drunk on a rose bush and you’ll be cut up from ear to throat. Handle them delicately. Love will leave you exhausted.
Love is a prison of the heart. It is a relentless warden, like the dark flower that grows
in your soul. There is a thin wreathe of thorns that hangs on your heart and rips it to shreds.
NO ONE SPEAKS THE TRUTH
I invented the light
and the shadows. I designed the river at the end of the world.
The wrong poison will
send me to the grave.
My flesh turns pale when I fall out of love.
I walk on the waves and speak to them.
The stars at night
make me despondent. Nightingales sing of loss and desire.
The white moon was my creation. I caught cold feet when I tasted the salt on your neck. My legs weakened. There was nothing left
of me. I had enough
of this place where no one speaks the truth.
WHEN WE DREAM: 07:13:2013
Open your eyes
to see the darkness.
Close your eyes
to see the light. The world happens when we dream.The world ends when we see. The heat bears down on us. The rain pours down on us.
We become like floating algae. We become like powder in dust. Open your eyes and climb mountains. Close your eyes and be like the wind. The world is there for the taking. Don’t let it take your dreams away.
Author bio: In late fall Luis has a new chapbook out from Kendra Steiner Editions. There isno title yet. He also has upcoming poetry in MungBeing and Right Hand Pointing.