After Mourning

He's really just sleeping
Some place we cannot be
Some place we cannot dream
For in this waking life
We are existent
Resistant to sleep.

"I will find you friend
And bring
Her to you!
So that we could
Have some talks
About how she
Ruined everything!"
04.18.09


Impetuous

Through seemingly
Immaculate perfection,
You swam through the sea
Like the great leviathan
Of the deep!

Your hands,
Yes they were steep
When they touched
Arching backs!

And I,
Confounded in pride
Ignored the antiquities
Of the great prophets.
05.03.09


The Night I Woke Up Alone

Touched by uncanny hands
Through a valency
That can only form
Tabloid temperament

The great Nietzsche
Once proclaimed:

"Even by virtue of my descent,
I am granted an eye beyond
All merely local, merely nationally
Conditioned perspectives;
It is not difficult for me
To be a "Good European."

As she is
In my bed
It is not difficult for me
To be a "Good American"
Much less a "good individual."
05.22.09

Taken from The Non-Fiction Collection

©Bobby Ruelas