hangover murders (or i am starting to figure it out, too)

‘this is not a party
but a police investigation’

found and lost
objects, at end of a corridor
lost was first
and found
a clock

embryonic/full
still yet goes

unfinished scheme
and a highly-troubled plot

tick tack
potentially, a casualty
just

another capture
grand
then no more

and if not

each second
overthrown closer
closed
then gone

at all

lapses
time
scrivener
capturer-imaginer

those skies
and some ghosts

the police figured it
one of those
hangover murders

a party,
investigation
followed up

my vigil 40 winks

that fence
where siesta and vigil
once in a while meet
been balancing -top of it
a bird or a cat felt like
strolling on
just about to jump
convinced that if not
in any case
so slim this edge
will drop

all the time
can’t asleep
can’t wake up
during the hours of the day

keen on your few catnap
i just jaunting the same that same fence
not back to the vigil world
not able to fall asleep though

the fence is inhabited as well
for many images of old memories appeared
the time i was talking to my girlfriend
seeing her reflection on a mirror
back door

bathroom mexico city light
the electric one
combined with the 4pm one through window
glass transparent yet texture gave the idea of a green
a green one, washed out

the remembered the ride home from there
not a remarkable moment at all
a daily dose of soulful plainness
just a dot in the brain
reappeared i don’t know
and the talk was about? will never remember that part?
but the color of her hair and the light
and the love for her and her presence in my heart

and something like missing her now
she was dear my dear friend

and like ghosts that live on the thin edge of the top of the fence
many non-transcendental memories of plain moments
arrive
and they keep me awake
they keep asleep
they keep me alive

y sobre mis fotos me dices que...

ch, writes:
weber aquí por fin ..... la crítica constructiva de tus fotos, me gustaron mucho las de new york, y el puente y la ventana de un lado y del otro.

y tus cielos azules con las lámparas, el puente, el paisaje de los cabos en el avión, a menos que ahora ya sepas volar, me gustan tus fotos urbanas, lo único que no me gusto mucho fueron los maniquíes, la imagen se ve sucia, se pierde con el vidrio y los reflejos, a lo mejor los reflejos de algo mas interesante que las calles y los coches, el reflejo del alma de los maniquíes, si es que tienen o lo mejor su alma se congelo en el plástico.

quien sabe...tendría que pensarlo. me gustan tus fotos urbanas y me parece que eres muy buena. ...por que te fuiste y me dejaste?... como te extraño!

me, respond:
sólo me fuí, pero nunca te deje
& here: yearning for more than a blue day (antony & the johnsons)

sanders goes to washington

jerry sanders made his appearance in washington d.c. today
san diego union tribune's and nbc's
apparently sanders shook hands with: THE DEVIL!
pictured here below (clicker on his ulgy face to read on his outdated haunting skills, we agree, less haunting & more grocery shopping)


and also with his winged misbegotten friend, and his race of guardians of the doors of hell (wonder who could've bred such a thing, maybe another pair of horny-wired demons as well?)
we wonder if donna frye had won the elections instead of sanders, would she have been invited? we don't really think so...

just hoping that jerry washes his hand and thoroughly disinfects himself before heading back home

what a shame for san diego soil!