Black and white photo taken circa 2009, with an iPhone 3GS and processed with Apple Aperture.
A detail of my painting, “Worm” (36″x48″ acrylic, aerosol). This photo was taken years ago, ca. 2009, with an iPhone 3GS and processed with an app called Format126.
The original painting, and prints, are available for purchase at http://mkt.com/smiley-faze/worm.
con fuego enciendes my bad brain
mi mente, lucido y lento shining, burning, flaming
llamas azules acarician sueños singeing hopes, degrading purple loves to
verdes, chamuscando sentimientos heridos ennegrecidos degenerating piles of ash and embers
como mariposa de ceniza gris stretching wings, fluttering ash dancing
llega a descansar tu in thermal currents, your lips
beso rubí en my lips
labios quemados fried, cooked
y sedientos you extinguish me
Available as an interactive poem for only $2 here: http://mkt.com/smiley-faze/cien-fuegos-flames-poetry-zine
Una cosa que debería ser
y aún es
al mismo tiempo.
Your temptation and mine
a celestial dance
between your lips
a profusion of sweat.
That’s what it is.
A labor of color
a few traces of eyeliner
an inclination to hit something
soft like a bumble bee’s flutter
que corre por mis pelos
standing on attention
like fear’s makeup
that cocktail of testosterone
adrenaline and coals half-cooked.
Your poetry is inescapable.
A truth that burrows
under my nails
with yesterday’s stones
nitrates that fuel photosynthesis
potassium that prevents prolonged cramps
in my mind. Your poetry is a dead fish
permeating my skin
with fumes of life’s delicacy. Your poetry is