| Plato's Allegory From Sodom's caverns to the Blue's end Prometheus returned with Apollo's flaming conception Buddha told of Enlightenment Muhammad, lost in a sea of prophets that sold lies for ninety nine cents a minute skeptic of Job, They arrange Socrates' death |
| Lost Innocence Paradox Agggh This cramped space Stretch Push rubber bubble thrash about grab so ssssslloow Argh Burst An opening Swim over grab, get there so tight, free me A taste and smell of liberty Cold and metallic Can't go back anymore Blemished, elongated faces unsanitary openess Can't ever go back Ugh |
| Burnt Out What happens to Love unreturned? Burns out unlike the pink bunny Collapses like an overexerted sumo Self destructs along with hopes and dreams Becomes numb like the old man hosing lawn stomping kids Sleeps to wake up later |
| This is all original work by Erik Espinoza |
| Run Entrench yourself with bricks of Ivory Sometimes loving someone is just not good enough Cast away your rod hooked on Leviathan Sometimes they won't love you just as much as you do them |
| Bury it and Mourn Little buried chest under rabbit nests and all things are best when the next one comes after my rest After ignorance all the lecherance supersedes my little intelligence When loneliness is feared settle for fake bliss |
| Biker Gloves Black leather biker gloves I owned for 5 years lost on my birthday I admit, I shed tears Alone, my hands naked Exposed, for you to see Tripped to the foreign store gloves stacked on the floor size charts are different not like back home I will try them all One has to fit The store clerk surprised I say "Don't give me shit" tear a box open can't believe my eyes a pair so perfect that fit like my skin Years later, still have them so nice they have been Imagine my luck They were in the first bin |
| Fall If only I were deciduous to drop my past and worries after they go aflame I may be left, withered But then I'll have a spring |
| Moss and Lichens most peculiar plants One sees one not one sees two long gone pollution leaves a mark on you |
| Scarman Scarman, Scarman look at that scar, Man! pretending to be normal as if no one sees that scar Man, its better when not scarred |
| Delicate River Wading on Delicate River swept slowly unaware Where? Down the long ride the delta? to the polluted ponds? or simply washed ashore, like so many others? |