My Planet of Sadness

 On my planet the people say

“its time to eat”

And eat their animal friends,

The ones with no names.
I want to forget time,

I want to forget words.
The arrow that struck St. Sebastien

Continues to mourn,

But I will wash the feet

Of the archer, I will

Disappear in his quiver.

The waltz of the clock
I will to unwind
and name each animal

To count them as a friend.

The Planet of Happiness
Distilled by the labor of sand

In friction of the body

And the mind

We are one.

All boundaries of imagined
blue lines orbiting the globe

As on a map

Are gone, the sand has

Cleansed the wounds,

Abraham never knew the knife
and Isaac and all people

Are one.

Dali & Lorca are one,

And it is never 5’oclock

In the afternoon.