She was a goddess in his eyes
when he did not know her.
She knew marriage would take her
off the pedestal but hoped desire
and love could learn to live
on levelled ground.
But when pedestal crumbled
A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL
I wander through carpets of heather and primrose
leaving behind a discordant arena
my salve is found locked in this garden
where a single flower can restore the soul
no strife present in this cloister...
Over the course of eons, the flow of water
Has shaped the stone,
The sharp edges smoothed and rounded
By the water’s constant flow.
To weep is an honest exclamation,
A reclamation of the soul.
The rock is old...
Frozen in the depths
of the holiday, a horrendous
the real enemies?
you said you were broke
as I was waiting for the ‘ever running
late’ bus ruminating on
the mounting debts...
and with tongue or fingertip trace on your lover
the longest possible route to your favourite place
or your least favourite place
and imagine the aging of your beloved
detail by detail...
It is earth with its majestic dimensions that
Confronts all its creatures with the cruel indifference of
Forgetfulness and the coldness that sleeps in the abyss
Aracelly P. Campo, a.ka “Bones” grew up in Miami Florida....
I apologize for not being what you want.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be the man you wanted.
It’s not my fault I wasn’t born with a
certain appendage between my legs.
Maybe if I was, my requests...
I place my boss’s head
on the windowsill
cinematic light shines
on his temples.
I have removed his tongue.
My boss no longer stands
before me no longer lords
over me no longer determines
my future no longer demeans
me no longer lies...