Welcome to the new world
“And if I was to say that I really, really wanted to get to know you,
it would just be an understatement:
Me, I want to pour your thoughts into a wine glass
and sip them slow with a straw like I’m on vacation;
I want to light candles and bathe for hours in secrets that you’ve just never had the courage
to say out loud—
I’m ready to grab onto your dreams and jump in a pool head first just to see if
hope still floats—I want to float next to you.
I’m talking like, ten feet above cumulus clouds
so no one can ever rain on our parade.”
See, I wrote this poem in my own spinal fluid. I put it on the backbone of a white flag so before you read it you’ll already know that I’ve given up. I’ll just keep you here. Shackled to the most important chapter of my life story, pressed into the basement of my eyelids like liquid salvation so I remember you beautiful with amazing underneath your wings and an orchid smile, you gorgeous earthquake. You cracked hour glass with sand spilling from behind your ribs, you wasted my time.
How dare you linger on my lips and then kiss me like a stuttering apology with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth. I still remember you like a dream, tattooed to the inner walls of a long term memory but some days… I wonder if you even existed at all.
And of course, you wanna know how I got these scars.
I got these scars the day I fell in love with you.
I landed face first.
omgsh rudy francisco, JUST AMAZING.
I got home tonight and someone is sleeping in my bed. I feel like one of the three bears.
“The day that I am crazy for your love,
I’ll be such a madman that even demons can not compare.
What a blink of your eyelashes does to my heart,
Even the stroke of the pen of the master of the Divan can not compare.”
okay some of my poetry makes me sound really psychotic. I’m really not. at the mo’
And yeah, I’m crazy as a toothpaste smoothie
no one can dispute that
but you could never call me boring either
and you will never again meet anyone
who thinks the way I do
If I don’t send you screaming for normalcy
I’ll become your best friend
let’s go chase cars
paint our bodies red and blue
delirious and wild,
let’s mix our Spanish with Arabic
and meet everyone
in the entire friggin’ world.
This is a promise that when the cracking of our bones
Becomes a symphony of old age
We will not let that stop us from dancing
This is what love looks like
When you stop talking about love
And you put a microphone to your chest
So your heart can finally speak for itself
And those who danced were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
I danced and danced and danced tonight. and I was the only American in every single picture taken. that’s what I like.
Excerpt from a lot like you, by Rudy Francisco
When people ask me about my wedding
I never really know what to say
But when they ask me about my future wife
I always tell them
Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long
She thinks too much
Misses her father
Loves to laugh
And she’s terrible at lying
Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly
I tell them
If my alarm clock sounded like her voice
My snooze button would collect dust
I tell them
If she came in a bottle
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys
If she was a book
I would memorize her table of contents
I would read her cover-to-cover
Hoping to find typos
Just so we can both have a few things to work on
just discovered this man and I am in freakin’ LOVE.