he/him. 26. gay. i write poems. read left politics. capture moments, in pictures. — for adults, only. (but @blowbeaus, more nsfw.) también hablo español.
@poetastrologers Are they ever, though?
A main reason I’m crazy,
in love, with scorpios is
our mutual instability. Dialectical destruction; transformative chaos. Creative, radioactive decay disobeys conformism — The Self, against which we, The Deviants, are measured,
and denied being okay.
hope y’all are well — my bad, for being m.i.a. i’ve been struggling with personal issues (that have simmered, in some frightening ways, for years). but on the bright side: i found and, this week, i’m moving into a little studio in the city. ☺️
best wishes, friends and comrades.
amongst the autumn red — a mini-fall poem and picture. https://t.co/KyH5pZQ5uu.
(i tend to post more often on instagram than on twitter, so i’m shamefully self-plugging the link; apologies.)
#poetry#poem#poems#autumn
Ran into the guy, whom I’m crushing on, from Spanish class. Walked together by Central Park to the subway. Then I asked for, and acquired, his number. Thus, my day improves.
A morning, in nature’s New York:
Cracking a phone, throwing
it down, after a fat pigeon
flies overhead, and so
kisses my scalp’s hair. Scared, I was.
Besots, the bird-shit dread.
#nyc#poem#poesia#poetry#poet
Just now, for the first time, — rather
than listening to my
latest playlist’s albums, in their
respective ordinal
orders, and in its whole sequence —
I pressed shuffle. Shit; how
spontaneous of me. Morphemes,
have I melted?
#poem#meter
Here, when a democrat is elected president, we are scolded not to expect much.Filibuster, senate, etc etc. maybe 10g debt relief and, maybe, save inflation adjustment for social security. In Brazil, they elect a Lula and proclaim that he is going to save the Amazon and the world.