Intensely Vivid Daydream

Intensely Vivid Daydream 

All my new friends

talk like the South,
clothe in Forever 21, speak in riddles. 

College campus is cray-cray

and the hazing –traditional
but I love this bald-eagle country. 

The hand entwined with

mine, American or Mexican?
I love him heartily –though no Aruba 

I wake up from

my intensely vivid daydream
in the arms of blue, white, red. 

Though, the wrong one.
The one with Gouda
cheese, red tinted windows, boerenkool but you.

Medium Man

Medium Man

That’s what I do
in my home-made T-shirt;
break bones and lick their sorrow up.

It’s a drug I
cannot decline with ease;
punching soulless boys and watching their sap stream.

Once I deserved to
be more than this;
each evening pondering my mistakes by candlelight.

Sipping my English cup.
pinkies up –sophistication prominent
letting the echoing screams die out –dead