Meditations

I.

The return at last
to a reflex-clad
armament of improvement.

Escaped
before the glue
sets.

II.

Ice cubes,
plus morning's
unfinished coffee.

Yo ahogarse 
en un rio
derritiendo
del café 

frio.

III.

My feeble show
may not be wholly
appropriate,

but I am keen
to make a fool
of myself
for sake of my schooling.

IV.

What day is it!?

V.

You, throw me your eyes.

Forget what you had planned,
acquaint yourself with dark,
divisible forces, for eye, lo
siento, necesito tus ojos
for my indelible look of
surprise.

VI.

Por favor
trátame 
amablemente.

VII.

A chunk of soap
sits at the foot of my bed,
lucky to have been left
behind.

My notebook sleeps.

Neither have proven
to be any good to me.