•The difference between me

•The difference between me
and the white on the tree
Is the ants climb up me.
The xylaphone mariachis play
As the cars shudder over judderbumps
The chaotic harmony of wood over metal as they compete to
Fill the spaces left by the plaza church bells
Uneasily complementing the birds jumping like notes atop the white
based trees,
their long fanned black tails marking time with their shrills of sharps
and flats
And lastly the thrill of the trill of the traffic policepersons
whistling
The shiny Spongebob and hart balloons
And the shiny church, the Palmas in the plaza...
and the palming of blue maize tacos
A cool dusky evening, air tainted with roasting coffee
This Is the union between air
and what matters
take me back to orizaba
Where the white on the tree is me

•Keep off the grass

•Keep off the grass
The bees are courting the flowers in the tress
The ants on their daily marathon,
Eating cutting walking
The nameless winged insects too small to catalogue
Infinite numbers of them
gracefully filling the spaces
where we aré not
The finely spun spider silk
cascading between grass stalks
High as kaula lumpar
Empty shells left by flirtatious shy squirrels
All busy in their micro cosmos
Keep off the grass

•Simply said

•Simply said
I wished i were dead
After three years of hiking
Where nothing was said
Different voices and different tongues
Strolling avenidas
Climbing the villas
Parking my carcass
In my hammock on vistas
Waking up on the streets
Sleeping on beaches
Not waking up as dead
As the lone mosquito on my foot
Dengue for breakfast
it's just not for me
I climb down from the flamenco view
I stare at the citadel sky
The morning blushes to see me
And Venus quietly leaves the room
My head banging cachasa rythyms
And black beer anecdotes
And detangle my web catcher
From the cut tail of a caught kite
A paper-cut tounge now ever silent

•Leaving DF

•Leaving DF
Too flattreringly sweet to be substancial
Too deliciously tart to deny
She's simply smoke and mirrors
And Makes No reflection in my eyes
She walks like water rippling
Smiles and disarms a bomb
Her lips when they blow are crippling
My crutch my torment my sun
When she slums
She's drinking champagne
When she's high
She'll fly with you
But she'll leave you in her airey
And there's nothing you can do
there's no cage door to leave open
You can leave but not return
It's not the jump that'll kill you
But the bump that leaves you burned

Coming out of my cage and I've been doin just fine
Gotta be down because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep and she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke and she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed and my stomach is sick
And it's all in myhead but she's touching his chest now
He takes of her dress now let me go
Now I just can't look it's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy turning tricks into the sea
Churningthrough sick lullabyes
Choking on your alibis
But it's just a price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eagle eyes because I'm mr brightside
I'm coming outof my cage and I've been doing just fine
Gotta gottabe down because I want it all
It started out with a kiss how did it end up like this
It was only a kiss.....repeat
I never i never i never I never

Chili burn notices

Chili burn notices
Shivering street dog getting cozy mendoza cuddles from Kate
Fruit and veges at the border choclo the sniffer dog
Not mine but The fine is fine
Always disorganised, misinformed
Took a day to discover The kitchen
'no you wait, we can die!'
Romeo falls off stage
but not on his sword
Thundercats vs rugrats
Silver malecate banging the cop car being pursued down the street
Toothpaste fights & pisco sours
Lost passport and actor M.I.A
Plucking eyebrows whilst crossing The Andes
Back home to Bs As
Just another day At The office..

Beautiful Chile i am a small piece of you

Beautiful Chile i am a small piece of you
Long since removed
You aré a mountain range
And i am of the Landa of the long white cloud
Just as beauty equals mountains
So aré flat Lands to those small enough
To see the road rising before them
Chile 2010

• bracken and straw, cement and steel

• bracken and straw, cement and steel
Past the flat dusty pampas
And the sepia tinted hills of Córdoba
We fly speedily and wingless
The van is our protón
The earth our núcleos
Its metal shell our cell walls
Our soft shells shake and vibrare
Like eggs in a spinning basket
Our minds our nucleous
But not nearly as still
Outside
Amidst the bracken and straw bushes dry, spinefrerous and wasted
Spindly Departementos para pajaritos
Adornar a lado de la ruta
Aves artesanos construí chaotic Rustic condos all comfort y con
califacion
Relatively related Live and loud
static with dusky chatter
Silent High tensión stretching
between the lifeless and leafless trees
Occasionally markers flash below
amongst the wild web of nature
With its myriad of medium and miniture sized stick shaking inhabitants
Mens Red saintly flags
perch borrowedly below
on gods dull bushes
giving shelter to another good fortune saint
We move waiting to arrive
Past another small slice of life
Passing cement houses homes tombs and vaults
Topped across with man made totems
Surrounded by moré non significant totems tensioned with wire
Keeping nothing in and nothing out
Like fish in the desert
bleached and blindly swimming nowhere
We fly speedily wingless
Moving Waiting to arrive

•Im not dead but i am dying

•Im not dead but i am dying
Im not sad but im crying
When i look into my world
I se you running insane
Doinng the same say you don't like
But you speak and your actions
Make me shame
I rather spend a day in a hole
Living with the earth
Than watch you on the tv
Can you see so small
The things where you stand
Your eyes and ego and belly
Aré fat beyond your girth
Happy jolly silly
You aré barely Life on earth

•In the illuminating filtered light of dawn

•In the illuminating filtered light of dawn
She wakes exposed, alone
Still Surrounded by the emulsified sheets
Scented with the chemistry of loves process
But it is her last night in a darkened room
With An open eye to taste
to savour and flavour
She rises and sets to packing
and leaves
Traverses easily and happily
her world beneath the sun
Amongst New Diverse Incenses,
spices and cultures
With irises at full apeture
She sees through shutters
Both Open and closed
And clicks

La puesta del sol

La puesta del sol
Mira fijamente intenso
Para atrás la línea del horizonte
Distante arrugas cima de un monte
El Recogando las nubas sobre
Y guiñando buenos noches a yo
The Sunset stares at me intensely.
From beyond the horizon
the distant wrinkled mountain
gathers the clouds about him
and winks goodnight to me...
For Andi from the Andes 2010
mira puesta de sol intenso, hasta el horizonte detrás de las arrugas
colina distante de la Reunión de Nuba y guiñando buena noche para mí