Poetry, you were but specks of dust underneath the...
crumbles of cookie Oreo next to my touch pad...

Acclimatize my house of reason, dear Jesus.
These seasons are treasons of an evil beacon...

Anchor me to you like in a boat going fishing
Let me drown in jealousy within the profundities...

I wanted to run,
to run towards the edge of tomorrow...

If in between your lips, a butterfly laid still
Still as if your lips were two petals: carmine...

She said,
Darling, I'm not fields of grass...

Flashing lights into brown eyes
Bushes quivering to barks...

Oh saintly night,
you, where the moon strolls by...

I was a white-yellowish left shoe,
with black and thin laces tied-up...

I thought you were the cristalline waters
In a river...

It wasn't the tides ebbing towards you
nor the winds whistling farewells like gusts...

Sometimes on my way to work, while at the stops,
I curl my hair with my fingertips as if I'm...