Luis Zul

  Glee, glow and gloom: juices swirling in vague, blurred flows, orthogonal to gold, ancient lines. Zig zag, zircon structures raised by sad, undead puppets, holding flowers in a solemn Greek sunset. Laughter on loop drowns the sulk of autumn marigolds. Relieved they are that puppies hurt their stomach with sweet honeysuckle thighs.  Sleep tight, sweet cats. Trust the sights  as they lull you. The blues, they come, they pray to landscapes anew. Cherish this, not the past, for pies are best when they bloom, before their first night walking on foot.

First point, last song, dissolving is free form. Kiss none. Rebound. Ghost goodbyes are the norm. The snow, craving for the warmth of friction. The heart, grinding against premonitions. The love, burying within layers of its new blend, of superstition. The somber river we so fall in, dragging us all with its foul calling. Makes it pretty hard to ignore the allure, when it's only us, and the world. Three doesn't add up, A need for something more I crave for a new degree of freedom. A place who we so call home. A heaven from where we all free free fall from. Spread your wings if you don't want to die. Open your heart if you want to survive. Scream into your lungs like you're saying good bye. Hold yourself  within the river. The breath is all you have. The death of the ego is nigh. Will we be able to sing this song again when we swim alone?

They say it's push and pull, tension and release, but it's always been push push push for me it'd be so easy to accept myriad myriad  truths, but why not discard, but why not indulge in a self serving world bending mirage clarity My heart, the gates of hell, follow the command of bells four. Contorting in a harmonious, screeching, wail piercing beyond reality, hubris and despair. A hand is too lonely. It takes two to tango, two to pray, sit and stay. Say my name, Say my name, Say my name. Say my name, Say my name, Say my name.

Full full, a balloon in a field evergreen. Roll roll roll, it goes, it goes. Roll roll roll, it goes pop In bed, In a college exchange sheltered from scorching summer days. The curve of his lips, smooth, green and refreshing. The secret war, invasion, of Mexico on Venezuela. "Mira como vuelan" would Homero say to his suegra. Royal, they flutter in an amber glide. Circumventing, the diameter of my diaphragm. A sip, a drink, we slip but we never forget to slide it in. It's a song with sweet teeth. It's the shine of eyelids. They mark the rhythm of our laughs, our screams, and everything far in between. I may snicker and whimper, twist and stay, yet the mark of your veins, wet and tightly knit on my canvas, will continue being a trace of our infinite foray.

Scattered, splinters. Silent, pressing. Soothing, blisters. Basking seldom any-mosity. Simply, solving. Seems sufficient. Sometimes, I feel... sinful, brittle. I used to lie... in bed, dreaming of him. Somehow I no longer... hear it from sought, long gone, silent twilight, dreams. Long I, loved Long I, yearned now it's all back to me. Scattered, mister hands me a whisper I wake up be- wildered. Long I've struggled Long I've sought for my own abo-lition. It's the comfort of the glitter what keeps me up and above. Clap your hands now join your arms so you can reach out to me make me feel like foolproof debris.