No Mas

No mas

No mas

I spin ‘round the blender of the Argus

Trees flutter differently

Fluttering nonetheless

No mas

I want a warning if the water is coming for us

This place looks digested and purely fat

Oh, honey, but it isn't all that bad

You didn't say it was good either.

You didn’t have to say anything

A bird with a shot wing isn’t made enough room on the branch to sing

I’d sing for him

But I'm human

And the parables and fables dont use those funny things

No mas

Words fall cryptically into a cyclone

Busy bees siphon the oxygen and take it home

The waste is taxable

A scrap is still a meal, isn’t it?

Do with it like a charlatan

We’re the scientists of the future

The philosophers with poetry in our gardens

No mas

No more conversations

The vagrants and the excluded lepermen are the only seats left open

Everyone is waiting for something to happen

And my family is waiting for me

To be the someone they presumed me by twenty

Ceilings drip with drainage, and no one has the money to fix it

Leaky pipes in heaven

We fill chalices and wine glasses and make our own oblivion

And I dont always mind it

The gods kill with hands risen from the dirt

And devices of fire brewed by a thousand earths

Sent with regards from the church

No mas, unless the grass looks like it did

Like it did before

In imaginarium with the neighbor girl, sunburnt

Eyes blink

The chain link stands between us

With lawnchairs on either side like spaceships

Entangled in the stars, as a world peels apart right in the center of our yard

And we didn't seem so far that day

No mas, because the past is a moving car with windows

I see behind me, and I see it’s been a road running infinitely

The past doesn’t exist any longer

More a writer of fantasy who lives in my brain like a chimney sweep

Showing me things that will be covered once again by running feet

Time has shown its wisdom in the way in which it bleeds

It spills over me like sweat as I escape bad dreams

Artillery at the borders

Hunger in the city centre, and it crawls like a penitent

No mas, please return to sender

My pretty glimpse of sun curls into my shoulder and listens as I sigh

I think that I'd love for us to be parents to some genius daughters with coffee colored eyes

But I dont want them to tread this order

They’ll take food from somebody

Dining in a home that’s ostesibly gaudy

I fear it’s no longer simple

We can’t just recreate fictions until they’re sweet again

A scrap is still a meal, right?

No mas

I’d like to have a moment before I talk

I learned just enough Spanish so that I could do so

No mas

Until I’ve seen something

Something believable

Anything that my eyes could confidently credit as a miracle

I dont do anything but look

And wait

I dont particularly enjoy the book

But I see it as a place with an end

One that could be happy

No mas

Until a day survives a tragedy

And I dont describe an ill-fitted anomaly

Until our babies walk a mile to the sea with smiles and pajamas from old blanket

Speaking of weird places like Texas

And their bed is in a home rich with potential

No mas

Until the Alps are covered with ocean

And all things are merely coincidental