K.I.A.N.Y.

Achilles sits hory head in hands His warriors mane blowing in the wind from Houston street . Two naked Puerto Rican girls walk around us in the appartment as the news comes in we are one Patrocles less. He has left for some obscure coastal town in Mexico to manage in that quieter realm. But I knew this was a lie. He died in my arms the night before, vengeful and silent. Pierced by Hector's China white line!

After Foliage

I remember your splendor warm days ago When all about you the air gleamed a golden glow Beamed by your lover leaning low To catch the patchwork kisses You reached to bestow. Now branches bereft of your billets doux Strewn insouciant a, foot in gaudy hue Inscribed your silhouette stark against the wintry sky. Awaiting the awakening....... you and I.