Wednesday, November 16, 2005


I carry dreams on my sleeve,
wring out the sweat from words.
Unsettled rabid thoughts
like wild caged animals.

The street melts and
the path widens.
I take life's pulse and
find her ambiguities
defined in the waves of time.

My anxieties overflow in the depths
of virgin white pages.
Infinite pages laid out horizontally.

I am Columbus when I discover you
I am Bolivar when you betray me
I am me when you forget me
I hate not to know,
to mold life in the shadow of time.

I want to drag my feet over the ocean
and end up facing the smiling fishes.