Gasp of an angel on a
cloud passes
through these mountains.
Numbness of steam and fever of gleam
makes
the lungs inhale grain.
Down the river of
malice, it takes the ache away;
only peace remains...
Waters of clear nurture
and culture flow
through a domain that's called 'A Plain
With a Stain'.
Sky made of dimes with
a sun that shines
equally with the crop.
Lands
and dirt composed by
forced immigrant oppression,
it's show by
curled men that pickup.
Rays connect with green
and the earth dances to
the wind in a toxic throb...
The sweetness of
the fruit is carried in a basket,
it's a long journey
to become a dollop.
Mops
of jade and gems are dug up
by gloved hands
that hurt.
Change the tempo,
a clothed hand wearing
a ring to one
mixing velvet.
Warmth, generation pots, home;
like a grandmother
with water stains on her skirt.
Produce in baskets,
freshness doesn't need
frost to shadow
the flavor of a desert.
Aluminum to paper to cheap
linen to cotton to
train track happiness,
from the
bottom up!
Memories only live so long when
suffering becomes a drug,
and then you
can't backup.
Lid on,
steam forms petite drops of seasoning;
when the lid is taken
off they fall
and lineup.
The sun rested its head on
the clouds to get
prepared for nightfall,
time to fill the
bathtub.
Crumbly burned skin
always brings earthiness to
pruney perfumed
hands.
Busted up truck with Latin
music on,
'rojas faldas jíbaras'
and 'naturaleza' for
lost Caribbean islands.
Mason jars are lined up on the
countertop, the jam flows down
like honey strands.
Spread a savory layer
for your lover
on that toasted bread,
door opens and
all is involved in
lovebird chants.
YOU ARE READING
When Only Paper Can Save
PuisiSueño con un paraíso colorido, que el himno nacional sea un latido. The flag will not know bloodshed. Bad people will see what's truly up ahead. Yo quiero que el humano sea humano y que sus acciones no sean en vano. I want people to be treated e...
