Aida Rends

may, be

everything hinges on may
be the month where it gets
fuzzy, iffy and swings may
happen quicker than you 
guess and just in time to per
haps take a leave of absinthe
images we keep in our head
swivel back to 
quizas quizas
quizas 

it’s better we don’t 
know exactly when
ever it happen
stance is guarded up
side down
trodden
and tent
ative 
alive!

corps corpse

whatever the corps say 
ain’t their corporeal form 
it’s a typa corpse play 
light dead bodies staged
torn straight from the storm
say, u checked on ur 401k yet?
eyes run red from ragged
nights and days without u
 could shout it down 
but what good would that do
average out is bout of fear 
it’s cycle mind you doubt
bicycle time to save gas
and pass on the bread so
the next generation can 
have their names in shiny
lights and no fears abt
what the feds may or may
not do

living it down

You aren’t in my dreams anymore
I’m thinking of new poems that you will never read
I’m thinking how I could have done things things different 
I’m thinking I did the best I could 
I have this fantasy of bumping into you 
Telling you the whole story 
And it being easy 
Fool-child, hopeless romantic
Open heart don’t close it just yet 
I lived it down 
I think

shy dialogue

- What do you think it means?
- What does it mean to you?
- I don’t know…
- You’re awful shy.
- With you.
- And not others?
- With you.
- Why?
- With you, I lose it…
- Your mind?
- My tongue.

real life

don’t think made sense ina long time
try to find a reason but can only find
something that makes it into a rhyme
and no reason nothing ever seems to stop 
they say that this is life, real life 
but we know what real life is
and it can’t be this

Spirit of “El Grito de Lares”

Spirit of “El Grito de Lares”
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