Worshiping our words
loses substantial meaning...

"I play this trumpet so I can comfort
those in court who can but frown...

So very jealous
til she saw the backscratcher...

Branches gently scratch the roof of my tent
as breezes filter softly through the trees...

Relámpago del Amor
You electrified me with your spirit...

DREAMS OF WHAT MAY HAVE BEEN
The soft promise, the delicate touch like a petal...

This trip was cursed from the start
with early wake-up, sleepy drive...

Your river flows throughout this lovely country
past the humble home residing on its banks...

The most tempting food
is whatever you look at...

I have abandoned the shores of sanity
and cast sail into roiling waves of madness...

Late at night my dreams are crowded aside
by tumult arising from concerns from without...

Dying in a fall, not in a quiet bed: it has been...
Tripping on a stairway and breaking neck, or...