Edward Bujans calente ondas de pensamientos ebb in my bomb brain twenty eight years and still perdido desperate to stifle electric bombastic thoughts running spiral gnawing dolores calente con pensamientos wrapped in old newspaper mother just bought mackerel at the fish market back from cashing government check to feed two boys and herself and her egoista parasite boyfriend no work gangsta wanna be woman beater brother plays with roaches and spiders between the sitcoms and fights outside our window talks to the roaches and spiders and himself rolled out and submerged under brown blanket "kid never wants to go to school" mother slips him a plate of beans and rice under his brown blanket whisper of sight eyes wide and timid mother curses him w/ a slap to his head curses the Father and Holy Ghost goes to get a beating from stoned boxershort boyfriend door slams on screaming hinges bombastic electric trumpet thoughts put my head out the window and watch as a white sea gull circles questions his lost and mine straightens flight toward the unviverse and I lose him above a building and watch the parade of infinite gray souls floating toward Heaven gunshots in el barrio swelling of sirens and arguments eyes at gated-windows in the night curtains masks afraid faces afraid of la policia afraid of la policia's mirror boots wielding leatherstrapped clubs afraid faces at gated windows harsh sun 1000 watt bulb mother wakes me her ollos llenos de lagrimas "... Ramon estar preso ..." I smile and wonder how long until the parasite returns back to beat you mother her face swollen reaches for my comfort and I smother the whimpers of a lost mujer just like Mary must have done with new born Jesus my mind bombastic swamped en pensamentos electrico I think of the sea gull and the great expanse of the universe Brain devours my soul's remaining energy w/ all its solemn pride (I) it breaks a flicker of light, tightly unravels the youth bridge toward today's mental well-being for so much of pop-pop thoughts wandering over plains of autumn fields where spring is a void can't touch with eyes the summer of the inner part of youth w/ cognitive thoughts that swirls that daggers me and switch's that fleshy locomotive toward the darkest muth'r fuckin'st tunnel u can see tears fill the canyon of life that burns the wonderment of today steps can't take too fast anymore eyes are closed with spittle the Bible is too heavy upon my mind taking it to heart self-destruction congenial but wimps do shit like that life loosely by the soul rapture in the sun with my dog grass in my mouth with the roar of an expressway on a day off simple and true leads me to the paz my abuelita spoke about on the green benches in Washington Heights NY Kim, After A Snowfall Brown broken twig, I press into the layered snow carving your name -- love Jessie Asleep my dog growls ... The pack surrounds the fawn ... She awakes ... eyes wild Bottles of amber beer swish in our dancing hands under the Maine night Billie Holiday/Salvation Ethereal starling unfurling her ebon triangle upon myriad dandelion sighs drilling drilling into the myopic souls of America The Squeeze With long wiry hands that never seem to end my Grandmother wraps her arms of aged skin about me like water- hose coiled around a deflated basketball She squeezes She turns She lifts She bounces She kisses She Eskimo kisses She She She looks at me with her eyes of gray her love is immeasurable SHE SQUEEZES SHE SQUEEZES SHE SQUEEZESg growls ... The pack surrounds the fawn ..TwTB#7534__  ( C    : < > F H b    & : P p !!7Ndx,:HV! Arialn'st tunnel u can see tears fill the canyon of life that burns the wonderment of today steps can't take too fas