Juan
Toothless biting words
You are the king of irony;
Searching for a kingdom
Rewriting your nontraditional history
as you sit on your throne.
Malleable are the memories scaffolding the past.
Inspired by the masses
The words rush from your pen, lining up
longhand
Will they ever retreat?
The phrases turn circles around ideas images burst into worse.
The eucalyptus tree the wall the nurse
The sea a book a smile
Their emotion is palpable
you hear them beg,
pleading with you to interpret their language.
