Self Portrait / Auto Retrato / 2009

Soul is broken. Support system treads along. Air intake diminishes. Soul strained more. repeat.

it is I

I have this capacity to grow boundless beauty; Still I keep busy watching me destroy myself.

The Poet

Poet: Was this pasta boiled at all? It tastes like it came from the 3rd or 9th Circle of Hell!

Waiter: I'll admit it's a little Al Dante, sir, but...

Tangles of fire. Strands of night. Rifts of smoke, breaking the flights. The thought of you is unavoidable sometimes.

This is how it felt, inside, eating sushi with you. (liking miso soup for the first time)

Manifesto Five

If you don't want this love

I'll drag it back to the irrational darkness

it came from

If you don't need this love

even if you need me as I

I'll leave it to the wolves there.

If you can't say its name

before shame's - calling it broken    shell

I'll remember a nightmare

and call it the enemy

I'll remember the howling

and call it the end.

-- H.A. & A 2010

¿Estás Cerca?

Estoy Lejos,

Estoy convocado al linde de la otra verja

La playa que asomó en tu horizonte subido

se corrió de color a color al blanco en otro ruido

La sangre que derramé por dentro estrelló el dorado

contra las calificaciones, nuestras libretas ahora liebres

una nota y otra nota y otra que pierden la melodía

y hacen fiebres de nueva. una.

entonces dejaste una estela desde el pincel blanco

entonces un luto repentino maroma estos labios de mago

¿acaso todo ese estudio ripiario te preparaba?

¿acaso imbuirte de rojo no fue arrumbarte al "donde

quede listo y bien" y no olvidarte? Para correr a los que quedan

Parra correr a los millones de millones de millones de átomos (vacíos)

estoy, tinta, a menos de veinte mega parsecs

y solo tres o cuatro años luz de mi parte

(del mapa que pintaste)

-- H.A & A. 2008. 2010.

I want to play through you

play you

through

(joue)

Carve you with the sharp edges of the broken,

a game of, soul

through you, play.

Even when you're sad, you're beautiful. Even when you're mad, you're beautiful. When you're impatient, fat, frustrated, unfunny, catty, grumpy, harsh; you're still beautiful, you're still beautiful, you're still beautiful you're still made of light slowed down and empty space sunlight stayed and silence made you are beautiful. Alive, you are beauty itself.

H.A.&A

Roaming jellyfish you think Luminescent thoughts Mind swept stung still, most unkind