Guest poet Eusebio Sandoval

Shape Poem

Like a Cocoon

Flicker…

Hoping, Fearing

Provoking Past and Future

Did I do my best? Will it be enough to…

Overlook an abyss, cliff to my back, a foothold?

Imagine vertigo eyes of a color unseen,

Unbearable sadness of unheard siren songs,

Seductive golden blossoms of an alien scent.

Relish cool juice of plump fruit never tasted,

Or satisfying opulence of untouched curves.

Think a thought no one ever thought before.

In solitary cinema we reminisce and project

Reflections of every becoming moment.

Mysterious faces mirrored on

Circular watch crystal;

Spinning hands

Endlessly

Dance

Red Light Traffic

Would it kill us if we laughed?

Kicked a pile of dead leaves, scattered ourselves

Flower petals to the wind from the demigods of rose.

On virgin snow field, under cloudless dusky skies,

Jump naked off a cliff into red light traffic,

Alone together exposed.

A Requiem

Memory is the echo

Of disappeared experience

The sweetness of truffles

When they’re gone, the feeling

Remember delicate shell crumpling soft

Inside, dark spiced aromas and liquor

Drowning trifles in silky dreams

You don’t want to end

And even if the mood doesn’t break

It’s easy to find takers, they won’t linger long

But for the echo, how sad, and yet

Melancholy can be a requiem

For beauty

Bardo

Shedding defenses — transition between

Feeling revulsion and finding fruition.

Breathing the power to throw off the end —

Identity dying — the urge to begin.