Salvador's Gala Nude Amid Teatre-Museu Dali, A nude woman Forests Abraham Lincoln's Face, jungles A bearded Presidential

smile.

Head over Heels Your eyes Azure the sky, Become an Aquamarine liqueur In a glass-bottom Heaven my Land-locked heart Sips top-down. Lizard Sunset The macrolobium trees Uproot the water, Wait for The melting Pink guava sun To land on Their upside down Iguana claws,

Silhouetted reptile bones In lagoon-softened skins.

Weeping Spirits Out of the Darkness I enter The cemetery No tombstones badge. Only plaques lie Like dominoes On a table Of death. I labyrinth Between the pieces, Looking for The number That calendars My brother's grave. A pack Of hoarse Winds howls And outshines silence: A lantern Of voices Overlights my tears, Yet fellowships A lone wolf Of life, foster-mothers An orphaned brother. Sambdromo Play-by-Play The sky above The phantasmagoric parade

Unheavens an Orgasm of fireworks. A stiletto-heeled flagbearer Performs a mating dance. A kaleidoscopic blur Of foodAnd-beverage Hues passes: Saffron, melon, avocado, Aubergine, and pistachio. Skating-rink-like lights Trapeze surrealistic floats: An upside-down castle, A casino With women in Roulette-wheel skirts, A soccer game played By dummies moving On the heads Of men Who later team With a sunrise That takes No sides.

Sewing Ocean Footsteps make An uneven stitch Along the shore, While the tide Rolls up Its sleeve, Exposes bare-armed Sandbars and Goose bumps Of coral. Mausoleum for a Deceased Love The fog hoods The Taj Mahal, Leaves a face Of sadness. Marble weeps. Beauty mourns.

Twenty-First-Century-Act-One Synopsis Hurricanes and tsunamis Attack coasts. Muscles of Earthquakes flex, Bury cities alive. Governments wage wars To meet ends Without grasping beginnings. Terrorists turn Buildings, subways, And buses Into bombs They detonate With remote beliefs. Nature changes Its pace And stride, Plays tame, Rebels, takes revenge, Concedes or surrenders. Time and Politics march. View of Geiranger From the waterfront, Liners muscle in The fjord with Stretch-limousine bodies That dwindle Into tugboats

Anchored in A bathtub Porcelain cliffs side And glaciers lather.

The Icarus Couple I want To soar With you Towards the sun, To warm ourselves Far from this War-cold world, And slalom through Tree-like rays, Yet tread air Long enough To carve peace On the bark Of light. Petrified Music at The Hatshepsut Temple A fan Of rock Backdrops the Roman-Forumesque facade, With porticos That resemble Terraces of Flat harmonicas

Only the ancient Egpytian mouth Knows how To sound.

Side-Stepping Waterside Towns I board A train, have No destination, Float between A riverbank Of rails, take The day downstream, Chug by sandbars Where civilization thins. The Lattice-Windowed Palace of Winds The poet-maharaja Sawai Pratap Singh Offered his courtesans A facade Of discretion and A back wall Of air To peek At city life Behind wooden veils.

Tomb in an Alley I wait for nature To say a prayer Instead of me At my brother's grave, But trees loiter In a corner Of autumn, Shuffle leaves Back and forth, Keep hands Of branches In their pockets. Renaissance Men Dali's Sistine-Chapel version Replaces Michelangelo's With a ceiling Life and death Frival on. The painter ascends With oversized feet That sole A trivial heaven.

Purple Her lips Flutter like Wings of A violet butterfly That glow on A black-light meadow And hallucinate My tripping heart. Temple of Karnak I thread-needle The aisle Of sphinxes, Who soldier The entrance. Their ram faces Out-stare time, With eyes Archeologically anchored In a desert.

Loosely Drafted Existence My life reads Like a book Ghost-written by stalking Alter-ego strangers That had Nothing to do

With the True story. The Irish National Famine Memorial Bay winds Thread skeletons Wired to Circle-cross masts. The million lives Hunger shipwrecked Ensphere suffering, Form a humble halo. In the Finnish Countryside Fog ghosts fields By a lake, While birches Space woods, Look like Unfinished faces Of proud generations, Totem poles To be. Basilica Cistern Carp patrol The aquatic crypt, Surface by A waterproof column An upside down, Algal Medusa head foots.

Lost Jazz Son Buzz was cremated Last January. His trusty Hollow-body guitar Hangs on a hook In a log cabin, Like a boneless skeleton, An orphan of music. Metropolitan Fodder From the bay, The roof of The opera house Depicts colliding Shark fins That crash On a surface Of urban plankton.

Groping for Transient Loves Women cross My life In slow motion, Yet a blur Of females Collides with Gusts of infatuations A blind Wind fondles. Ayers Rock The sunrise puts Seven coats Of red On Uluru; Forty-five-degree heat bakes The clay-like paint. All around, Aboriginal souls Mass the earth.

Daily Flute Rations

The melody The snake charmer Plays in Marrakesh: Ravel's Bolero Chopped up into Insane slivers Of a lure The old cobra Diets on. Lakebound Under Christ's observation On Corcovado, The butterfly-shaped lagoa Stills with Wings of jade Ipanema hotels pin.

Damp Icicles I feel the shivers In your eyes, Clutch chilly tears, Sense our love Becoming a Frost-bitten heart. Dali's Sculpture in Figueres A Venus-de-Milo-like statue Figureheads the black Cadillac convertible Tailgated by A keel Of Michelangelo

A tire barnacles Under a boat That weeps tears Of turquoise sperm.

My Sister Through Sun-Lit Octaves The beams Of harp strings Celestify her face, As her fingers Trapeze across one Blond-maple wing Of a butterfly That flutters The music A summer Heart rhapsodies. Rosana's Stage Your footsteps Tambourine the Copacabana boardwalk, While your rhythm Palms a Handmade samba. The Amber Iguassu Hives The sky Blues the plateau Of water Egrets stilt.

Cascades drone. The overweight rain From yesterday Wets down The hides on Bumble-beeColored backs Waterfalls arch.

The Soft to Hard Woman You approach Like a drizzle That walks On tiptoe, And depart In heels That scuff The air. Hand-off Replays before the Homestretch At the grave, I focus on The hyphen between years, Imagine a hash mark Or a finish line, See a boy scoring

Game-winning touchdowns Or breaking track records. Driving home, I think about The blue-ribboned walls In the bedroom we shared And the teenage stories We relayed through Indiana nights. I'm moving around The cindered oval of time, With memories prone to cramps, Stretching my hand out To an invisible runner Who keeps dropping the baton In a race Only a long life wins. Menelaus's Morpho The indigo-blue butterfly Rides with No saddle Of shade On tame winds, Then helixes A ceibo tree, Whose whale-shaped tail Keels the soil.

Saint Lucia Boat Tour The steel drum Music reflects A face

Of rhythm That smiles, While the crew Captures winds That surrender To sails.