A wild fox appears at dawn
on the streets of the vacant west
her adorable yawn
as the eastern sun reflects
the light that surrounds her
wells in my heart
brightens my mind
in pursuit of perfection
the ways I have tried
the sun never sets in our suburb
brighter than streetlights
shining, fleeing fright, darkest nights
what I've said that you've heard
not the nouns, not the verbs
there are no worthy words
Te amo Zorrita
Tu erés lámpara
El significado de bella
Track Name: Dead Forest
To wander through dead forests,
bare pale limbs match mine.
Scents awaken sense here,
these old odors of ancient earth
No creature squawks, not birds nor bats,
nor breaths or bleeds but trees.
Trees bleed lap like blood that liquid life.
Air for lungs from leaves receive.
Zorrita sets fire to herself.
To me, to you, to everyone else.
It's burning up in every way.
It's a new life promised ripped and frayed.
Chasing visions of paradise.
Loosened trippers fall out.
Ecstatic rag dolls held up
by timely gusts of wind.
That were blow from
red red lips of your
deepest fantasies and you'll
hear in, her voice, promise.
Fascists bleed my happiness.
To wander through this swamp, this memory
black and murk and cold.
Desolate visions past occurred
shouted up and up and up and up.
Words weighted realistically small
Words worthless mean nothing at all.