liberty in the library

love in the lifts

language in the lost 

rifts of time

perdu in the tenses

of the mind

kinds of thought

soft,

lie inbetween the leaves

that I'm forgiving

bless,

less of the new troubled I

flee quick to the shores

of the momentary light

that bring home

the required roam

...

delicate

suspended

temporary

-Gabriella Haus Zimmer & Harry Parks

[Privileges / Privelages]

[ Privileges / Privelages ]

*Misunderstanding the sheet of

EMBlematic nonsense...

(drivel) of

the misguided many

turning the wheels

⚙ CRAC, CRAC, CRAC ⚙

tightening the rope

around the neck of the raw

||  FRAC, FRAC, FRAC  ||

deep into the earth

where the hidden gold

sweats in the tears of the little rich 

the little rich

[man]

[men]

[mans]
 [mens]  

 ︶ OPEN YOUR EYES! ఠ

no more little rich

[man]

[men]

[mans]

 [mens]  

let kindness pour into the cracks

of the system
     щ  щ   щ

keep your actions at bay

cut the stitches off

FACE THE TRUTH!

Quoting the nose of the Enlightened: 

"Aside the SPIRE SCAR

whose fire

marks from where the

pale-faced-pavement leaf eaters

HAVE FLED"

(Quoting with static eyes whose passivity

shall bleed at our river of empathy)

take a deep breath

. . . 

strip the tears away

lead the march on

LEAD THE MARCH ON

-Gabriella Haus Zimmer & Harry Parks

"I tried to eat potato wedges meditatively"

I tried to eat potato wedges

meditatively

(potato wedges)

raisins falling off the edges

into the

                slacks

                     of

                                 time

(raisins)

mines of thought

into a soft fruit

sea

yet I can't find

the words

to tame the starch

of thee

minds of thick skin

in a crocket coup

collapsed

(collapsed)

back into the

                   slacks

                       of

                                  time

wedges,

they are just

FINE

raisins, nonetheless,

are

BEST.

-Gabriella Haus Zimmer & Harry Parks

Starry Boy (1st draft)

Darkness shines through your pores but

the second the moonlight hits your skin it's like you're made out of stars.

Your true nature comes out to play,

I stand there, paralyzed by your unknown beauty.

You look back at me, disconcerted,

totally unaware that you are shining like the sun.

You touch me; I'm surprised by your warmness

- that doesn't burn like a star -

(but it seems eternal nevertheless)

I shelter under your hug,

suddently turned into a

s l e e p i n g  b a b y;

lying on the bright side of your moon.

Hereby I present the reason 

of my resent:

a stone in my chest

by night,

the axe through my dreams

Chop, chop, chop

cold running

s t a t i c .

I peel you off

every night

Dear abrasive skinned thoughts

You crawl back in your black velvet.

Like a baby growing in my head

you kick

hard, strong

The sky is so bright today

and you pull from my chest again

dear baby: 

don't do this again.

and in this homemade darkness

I watch the birds fly

in peace I recall the relentless gravity 

that pulls me to escape from you:

surface the sea

Hereby I stand

as the flying fish.

photo by The Pale Brook.

He aquí mi resentimiento

el ahogo de las noches

la furia desatada de la ansiedad

Corriendo, 

el 

no

saber.

Desátote de mi y te arranco de mis sienes con el dolor de mil titanes

como una piel que palpita:

Vuelves arrástrandote en mis sueños

Persiguéndome por las esquinas

" no se escapa "

Subo alto y tú me bajas

y acongojado, abrigado en el fondo del abismo

me pregunto si vería el cielo

si no fuese por tu impulso 

de la gravedad retransmitida

en el ansia de flotar. 

Salir del mar.

Acá me presento como un pez arlequín.

Qué oxidadas tengo las manos de escribir, parece que se han quedado bajo la lluvia un invierno entero. Tantos emails oficiales, ensayos escolares y currículums profesionales han taponado mi arteria poética con colesterol del malo. Habrá que ser saludables otra vez y escribir sano y bonito; que la inspiración no me falte.