She tore open her chest
Ate her heart
And galloped out crying

He turned off the tv
Washed his feet
And fell asleep soundly

He doesn’t want me leave
With his hairy tentacles
He chokes my flesh

Clutching me, my octopus prince
Leaps into the sea
Dark and eternal

Doesn’t matter if I’m gillless

Biting air blows from the North,
With its fists so adamant and serrated
Biff, biff, biff it lands me thrice

My chestnut sorrel skin cracked

Lord knows I'm heartless
Brain is all I feed and rear
Airy night is merciless
Blowing its breeze through my nostrils
Up the nasal conchas, towards my mad brain
It's unwelcoming air, defiled by

I put on
A $400 hideousness
For you
Miss jolly Christmas menace,
My oblong mirror before me
Confesses your screaming holiday consumerism
Shames my ostentacious visage

I envision

My silence
Agitates your guts
Your palms sweaty
The world upside down,
Heart burns follow
Sodden brown eyes,
3 legged moons in casts
Arid branches whip headless souls

Your arrogance
Pierces the sky
Through Its chest
Across the heart
Cuts open its back
Pour, the blood rain
Your show is done
Now you watch,
The world drowned in
The crimson rain

I imagine,
Tomorrow
A matchet
Fall from heaven,
Slit me
In half,
You watch
Me,
The poppy pod
Pop open
Its
Bloom,

Daunting

In front of me, my lover's face
Bearded and distressed, his arid lips dance
Vertical, horizontal, vertical and horizontal
Amorphous,
Vertical, horizontal, vertical, horizontal

Loving you
Is like
Getting eaten by a python
As the serpent's warm mouth takes its greedy grip of my head
Its venomous fangs drill through my skull

Go ahead, leave
Your frosty eyes, already far-gone
They got their soldier boots on
Stomping, marching their way
To your Soufflé smelling house, in the corner named Homely

In my hollow cave, sluiced the indigo tide
So softly, caressing, kissing my serrated limestone,

Canoodling, never have I ever felt such solace

Following poem is my homage to Hector Lavoe.

Why did I never abandon her, sir?
Whereas I knew so damn well that she would never love me back.
Why did I give her my all, sir?

I used to think
It was she who was wrong
Trounce her I would yell,
And trounce her, I did

I used to think
It was my country that was wrong
Ditch the country I would yell,

If you were the first button I misfed
And every move of my hand
Became a horrific farse ever since,
Still, never expect no tuning back from me

For
I'd rather my life