Table of Contents. (click on the poem)
Amethy
Apple
Autumn stars
better as one
cat ranch, tx
defintions
face in the crowd
fri-ends
hotdog
next
other side
remember when
sinks and dance
sonnet for a practical spring
trust
worlds greatest fuckup
wonder, but not wonderful
beauty sits
chase
diet nothing
happy‘s every little lack of
back and forth
center
empty, want. whatever.
at last
don‘t believe
wet and rain
fornever her
the pier
wet
the one
halfway back to austin
Systematic Sonnet
arson
Predictions of understanding
fragile
cousins
searching for bobbies fish
crooked frame
falling
half
color me crayon
specific she
“then what,” she said
rotate
nyc
smoke
buttons
slanted
this time
by dominic mondragon
Eden, I heard you called me, on the telephone,
but unlike Adam, you will find, my heart is made of stone,
so i won't pick up, let it ring, & leave a message at the tone,
and as the birds you let me name, i too will fly south,
so just close your eyes, make a wish, and kiss me at the mouth.
cause like the taste of sweet wine, your lips are sure to find,
a memory will last forever, but lips aren't always kind,
and as your beautiful hair turns colors after many years,
you will find your happiness, has only aged in tears.
your heart will say it knew true love, only in my arms,
but like a child away from mother, it now knows only harm,
don't look back or you will find, what was meant to be,
that she and he still together, could have made a we.
but being you, and staying you, you went on your way,
and too many trees, have grown new leaves, to go back to that day.
so as you see him standing there, with all his family,
you fake a smile and a wave, to what could have been you and he,
and now you stop and try to think, where it all went wrong,
by yourself, you lay on your bed, when all the nights turn long.
and all he has is fond memories, between him and you,
and if his wife ask, your just someone he once knew.
09/26/00
by dominic mondragon
snow fresh, soft and falling,
sun starts setting, winters calling,
leaves of summer, float to the ground,
pumpkins fly into town.
winds start singing and blow the birds,
that are still left, south in herds,
and as the sky, turns from bright to quiet,
santa smiles, and forgets his diet.
children hold hands, as they skip down the street,
and laugh about there tricks and treats.
while at home, the fireplace is lit,
father finds, his favorite chair to sit,
by the fire and to read us a story,
about some war, some battle, some glory,
and mothers kitchen, busy like magic,
making some pudding, and spoons for us to lick,
she brings it to us, and the start of the night,
and the sun has been replaced, by the fireplace light,
snow stops falling, and the stars wake up,
we sit to watch them, with hot chocolate in our cup,
who needs television, when you got the nights sky,
and your imagination, is enough to get by.
10-02-00
by dominic mondragon
whoever said two heads are better than one,
either must have been queer, or pretty dumb,
because now i think i am better as one,
and without somebody is as twice as fun.
now my girlfriend is a lesbian,
she use to suck dick like a nubian,
and you can say that, it is all my fault,
i use to be her pepper, and she use to be my salt.
but some good things, just don’t go together,
like when she watch my porno's, i would sometimes lend her,
and when i proposed a threesome, she did not protest,
but started to lick my friends, healthy round breast.
then they both, pushed me aside,
and put there tongues, in places that hide,
and i was left, in the corner to stare,
but back then i was horny, and didn’t care.
i never even noticed, the rainbow sticker on her car,
or when we started going, to only chick biker bars,
and when i finally found out, that she was a dike,
is when she packed my bags, and told me to take a hike.
so next time my girlfriend has hair under her arm,
when she starts to munch on carpet, i will not be alarmed.
6/21/01
by dominic mondragon
the rain falls on the railroad tracks, as the trains all dance on by,
and the sweet soft smell of the dusty wind, brings me to this summer night,
the cats awake from the porch, as they hear the whistle blow,
and watch the rain fall lazy, as its music starts to glow.
i wish i could have met you, the way people meet on trains,
or just kiss you at the movies, or hold you in the rain,
but the rain won’t be bringing, a train out my way,
with a old high school sweetheart, or some other lonely stray,
except for the cats that often come, from the mountains up above,
who don’t bring much luggage, except for a heart full of love.
as the cats all gather round, i guess i’m not alone,
you still have your trains, and i still have my home,
the trains go past east texas, towards new mexico,
i wonder if the cats all wonder, where’d you ever go,
and as the rain stops to rest, and the moon starts to rise,
the kittens start to chase, those old texas fire flies.
your a photograph away, from being next to me,
and your fingerprints are fresh, as i told you not to stay,
i was born in this old house, by some rusty railroad tracks,
and you where born to leave me here, and never come on back,
when you called me a dog, somehow your wish came true,
because it rains cats and dogs out here, all because of you.
written by 3/28/01
by dominic mondragon
the definition of forever, means less than three years,
for more information, please ask your peers,
if any of their relationships, have ever lasted longer,
and you will see that these facts, only make the definition stronger.
the definition of promise, is simply a debt unpaid,
and once they start to say it, is the point it starts to fade,
and as a promise becomes a lie, and a lie becomes a fight,
you remember why it is, you sleep alone at night.
the definition of happy, means you lost all of your friends,
and as you lose her too, there is no one left to depend,
on, to try and help, cheer and sober you up,
but you think your to good, to have people throw money in your cup.
the definition of perfect, means you have a hundred flaws,
and as you sit here in the restroom, you write her number on all the walls,
you remember how perfect she was, when you and her first met,
but after everything that has happened, you remember to forget.
the definition of love, use to show a picture of me and you,
but i didn’t read what it said, and acted such a fool,
and when i finally read it, the picture showed just me,
but underneath this time, instead of love it said lonely.
so i guess definitions, can sometimes tend to change,
and next time this happens, i won’t think of it as strange.
written on 02/08/01
~face in the crowd~
by dominic mondragon
blade of grass, floating on a chocolate river,
if nothings perfect- I'll never know,
how the sun taste, when it lights the smile on your face,
or how the wind sings when the world turns to night.
i think I've fallen in love, and the sad part is,
i have nothing else to compare it with,
but this pain in my heart is pouring out joy,
and the sparkle in your eye, is just one of God's toys.
... soft skin touches hard water,
breathing laughter into melting bubbles,
and as you hair touches wet...
the dry tears drain down the faucet,
-20 something i tell myself.
never been so scared of this
beautiful fantastic road that lies ahead.
heart of glass, floating on a broken record,
and as her voice, is carved out of worn grooves,
"where do i know you from, i know you" it sings,
no one special just a face in the crowd,
as she leads me into beautiful notes,
from a saxophone picnic at a black and white wedding.
horn beeps, smell of fresh air,
is new york still new in my mind.
i touch myself, but i dont feel alive.
20 something i tell myself.
is it me or just the thought of turning a year older?
will this happen year after year,
is this the cold, in my fathers forgotten fear,
lick the back of the paper stamp,
i stick the ink into a packaged present,
and sent off like a child to school,
hoping it gets there without much trouble.
the trouble with lies, is that we care to less,
about what is wrong more than what is best.
so 2 days later i get the card i sent to me,
and another birthday, with one card to read.
written in September of 2000
~fri-ends~
by dominic mondragon
i thought we were just going to be friends,
but now the only part that is left, is the part that ends,
and i’m afraid you don’t have any choice in the matter,
because this time i won’t be crawling back, or climbing up your ladder.
there is something up your ass, and this time its there for good,
and its bigger than my finger, but smaller than my wood;
your a third rate first date its clear,
and all the time i lost, is the only part i fear.
i don’t love you, but i am still in love with you,
and those her last words, are mine the same, times two,
i forget the way your heartbeat felt, when you stayed in my bed,
and i can’t seem to remember your smile, but only lips dressed in red,
i’ve killed for you, and it is time to kill again,
but the blood i shed is of friendship, and not in the part that puts an end,
and as my journal is running thin, there is so much left to say,
i wish we could talk, but i ran out of reasons to stay.
and that wouldn’t matter, because people don’t change overnight,
and it would take a million confessions, to try and make things right,
i’m happy that your happy, and your happy that i’m not,
you throw away my poems and letters, and everything i bought,
and all that is left is a memory, of something we once were,
and you think somewhere down the line, i’ll find another her.
5/22/01
~hotdog~
by Dominic Mondragon
i want a wet kiss, at my feet,
and to feel the sand underneath,
my breath blows clouds of laughs on snowy days,
but your lips blow smiles in other ways,
and the soft touch, of your red cheek,
warms my cold lips, with a place to seek.
slippery when wet, her thighs close together,
he wonders if she wonders, if he will let her,
place her hand, and move the stick,
into 2nd, and he does, but it happens to quick.
and now is hand, is somehow on top of hers,
panties are soaked, at the sight of his silver spurs,
on the back of his boots, as he steps on the gas,
she starts getting horny, as he accelerates fast.
he ask if she's hungry, and she says for a hotdog,
and she wonders, if he wonders, if she wonders,
she is making him sweat, with all of her blunders,
and now both wet, in one way or another,
he wonders if she sees his hard on, will she tell her mother,
and she wonders if he moves his hand five inches, will he find wet lips,
and not the kind you kiss, but the kind with smooth hips,
but by the time he catches on, there already at her house,
and a quick kiss goodbye, and a subtle peak down her blouse,
leaves both of them to think, if the other one saw,
that there hormones ran amuck, as winter turns from fall.
written on 11/19/00
~next~
by dominic mondragon
Low budget wonder, in a softly woven sweater,
Find a box of empty crayons, replaced by broken feathers,
Crushed strawberries pushed together, sleep in plastic crates,
And upstairs between two pillows, dreams of fluffy kittens wait.
We have been so long together, I forget all the reasons why,
And as I lose another worthless fight, I almost start to cry,
She grabs her tangled blanket, and pulls it to her side,
I pull a pillow up on my face, so she can't see my pride.
Fantastic playdough penguins, fly away from me,
Cotton cardboard cut-outs, climb backwards up blue trees,
And if all the cocaine cowboys died, their horses would be free,
But as my dreams fall deeper, I get a push from she.
Must have snored to loud, or she still must not be asleep,
I wonder how she puts up with me, as I hear her start to weep,
I remember getting to know each other, and how everything was new,
Now I can't remember when we didn't hate each other, and I didn't feel so blue.
Operator call blocked me, now no one has advice,
Take my hotwheels to the carwash, and try to feed my lice,
With the strawberries, but as they wake they start to scream,
Where did all the fluffy kittens go, that use to fill my dreams,
And when did we stop making love, and start having sex,
And when will this low budget wonder, and to find another next.
Written on 5/2/01-
~other side~
by dominic mondragon
does your boyfriend know, you transferred to my class,
or does he even know, you and me bought matching flasks,
you can tell him its over, but then you’ll go right back,
and i’ll just be waiting for you, on the other side of the tracks.
seems like every girl i find, has another guy in mind,
and she keeps her heart with him, but keeps her lips with mine,
i keep on waiting, for someone to find us out,
but no one else is here, to hear you scream and shout,
and maybe that is why, i secretly made that video tape,
so when your boyfriend sees it, will his heart keep that shape.
then me and you can decide, where we want to move to,
and you can finally show me, all these things i have to prove.
but i wonder why i girl like you, would want to hang around,
and i wonder how my last name, with your first would kind of sound,
then i figure out, that this whole damn thing isn’t right,
and i couldn’t see myself next to you, when we are all alone at night,
but it is now to late, to go and get the tape back,
because it is already made its way across town, to the other side of the tracks,
and now i know, that there is only one thing left to do,
and i wonder how this boy, would have spent his life right next to you,
when she woke up and read the paper, she know it was no lie,
her boyfriend took his life, and on the other side of the tracks so did i.
written on 1/24/00
~remember when~
by dominic mondragon
dolphins and dominoes, crackerjacks and radios,
superstars with submarines, racing cars and jellybeans,
brown mud pies and red sunshine, porcupine without a spine,
wagon wheels with pickle dills, hills that had so many thrills,
ice cream colored factories, chocolate syrup memories,
fire truck passing by, diving board still to high,
rocking chairs and double dares, county fairs and prickly pairs,
sleepless nights and rides on hay, monopoly on rainy days,
cartoons and cocoa puffs, wash your hands and stupid stuff,
hopscotch and cops and robbers, barbie dolls and flying saucers,
fireworks and piggyback, swimming pools and shark attack,
boogie man and halloween, spinning around to your face turns green,
band aides and missing tooth, in candy apples at a dunking booth,
bog parade with happy clowns, 4 foot 2 and about 50 pounds,
roller coaster and super slide, bumper cars and scary rides,
monkeys and kangaroos, lions cage and kiddy zoo,
turtle dies and dog gets hit, skates get broken and throw a fit,
mommas lap at sunday mass, still to young to pump the gas,
2 times 2 equals 6, vampires get scared of a crucifix,
bubble gum with ice cream cake, chocolate chip vanilla shake,
lunch box and summer school, skateboarding is really cool,
rowing in a fishing pond, blood brothers, best friends gone,
growing up and stinky sweat, these are times i will never forget.
~trust~
by dominic mondragon
people move on, like cattle cross a river,
time marches on, for the taker and the giver,
then one days it’s to late, to try and take it back,
and it seems forever now, before your heart can fix its crack,
drifting off to the army, and no one says goodbye,
didn’t i, didn’t i, didn’t i see you cry,
i knew i screwed up, when i fell for her,
and as once we were a we, now we are a where,
in love and out of love, may be old to you,
but as i sleep alone, this empty finds me new,
a tear, and two cheeks, to try and find a path,
turn dry lips to wet, since silence replaced my laugh,
people move on, as summer turns to fall,
time marches on, and leaves more space between your calls,
still i cant find someone, a tenth of what you are,
and if wishes came true, i would catch a falling star,
and hope someday, you could gain my trust,
and know it was love we had, and not some lousy lust,
but since that day, so far away, will probably never come,
and my mistakes to late to compensate, you probably think i’m dumb,
i just wanted to say i love you and goodbye,
and not to worry about me, it wont hurt me if i cry.
~world’s greatest fuckup~
by dominic mondragon
i’m the world’s greatest fuckup, what do you know,
if i hadn’t of lied last night, where would you go,
but i did it again, and you know again,
as you watch me passed out on the bed.
and you pack your bags and slam the door,
cause your tired, of being fucked up in the head.
when did this relationship become nothing,
more than a dance and song,
and every time you did me right, i did you three times wrong,
you could wait till i say i’m sorry, but i’ll just lead you on,
and we could make love all night, till all the stars are gone,
but you would rather start drinking, before the morning hits,
cause your tired of all these fights, and your tired of all my shit,
so when i wake up alone, i’ll be the last to know your gone,
and for me to not have you is a loss, but to you its more a won,
your the world’s greatest fuck, what do i know,
two years together, and i’m alone with nothing to show,
but these worn photographs, spilt with empty memories of me and you,
and every country song on the radio, seems to somehow now be true,
because when i woke up, i found a note pinned on the door,
i should have never read it, cause i knew what it was for,
it said i was the biggest fuckup, and she’s glad i passed out from that beer,
and if i hadn’t of lied last night, she would probably be here,
but she knew it was time, for one of us to say goodbye,
and better her than me, cause a fuck up will never try.
written on 1/24/01
~beauty sits~
by dominic mondragon
male resistance, female desire,
they turn it around, and make us the liar,
breast leaking out, of her tight little shirt,
ass sticking out, of her tight little skirt,
she patiently bends, to pick up her books,
and takes her time, to let the boys look,
at her tits, her hips, her thighs, and her curves,
give us a reason, to build up the nerve,
to ask her out, for more than a look,
and maybe a memory, of a kiss you took,
so she agrees, and puts your heart at ease,
as you sit at an opera, your smile says please,
and her to smile back, is many times perfection,
and to love before, is a sentence with correction,
because now beauty sits, adjacent to you,
and it should be a sin, to vision such a view,
but you breathe it in, and sin anyway,
because no other moment, could you ever say,
that the nectar of your life, has tasted just as sweet,
and to her, your heart, has found another beat,
and if you had never had the courage, you could never say,
to you a smile changed, your entire life that day.
written on March 1, 1999
~chase~
by dominic mondragon
i regret to breathe, and in a breath of regret,
i quickly remember, what she made me forget,
simple pleasures- sin- from june to june,
as our two bodies join, she stares at the moon,
the world is full of shame, and everything after,
came from the mouth, of an evil laughter,
so on a little couch, i come from disillusion,
it's a town on a map in the state of confusion,
she asked me twice, but in a soma vacation,
she quickly forgot, the pain of penetration,
i touched her on the lips, and in a blank stare,
she pulled a smile out, of someone unaware,
of the destruction that was about to take place,
no emotion in her body, cut to the chase,
wine flows gently, from the mouth of her river,
the same grapes came, from some pain in denver,
so on a fold-out couch, the opposite of passion,
twenty years difference, and both out of fashion,
we try to please each other, but it’s not working out,
and as i start to come, her quiet turns to shout,
and as our bodies seperate, she stares at the moon,
as a new career begins, that will last from june to june.
written in 5/6/99
~diet nothing~
by dominic mondragon
loves the only answer, i ask her to confess,
but if she doesn't answer, there will be a make up test,
someone stuck a hand, and like a puppet she'll come back,
but empty replies, to my love letters, have turn into a stack,
by the window, i sit, and patiently wait all day,
regret is a acquired talent, a loser has to pay,
wrinkled pages come from the ink it somehow crushes,
like diamonds and flowers, or even worse whispers and hushes,
Jesus doesn't get embarrassed, at mistakes i always make,
but the gates of heaven vanish, if they find her in the lake,
loves the only answer, that will do me any just,
but somewhere she became confused, and mixed it up with lust,
now puppet her, to hand like me, she somehow doesn't work,
still no replies, to my letters, she stabbed me with a fork,
so sit no more, out the window, i somehow find myself,
loser me, bleeding eyes, now draining all my health,
cancer kills in the rain, but no one knows the pain,
of rubbing alcohol, vitamins, and losing what is sane,
wrinkled skin comes from the hair it somehow touches,
and loves is now a past tense word, who's life it somehow crushes,
but loves the only answer, i never have received,
and if she doesn't answer, this planet i will leave.
written on may 9, 1999.
~happy‘s every little lack of~
by dominic mondragon
i say hello, not knowing what hello is,
i guess i know hello, in the sense of goodbye,
because when i say goodbye to you,
its brings a hello to a world of empty and miss.
i write hello, thinking hello will bring you back,
five little letters, two which are the same.
and to make it worse, they stand for you.
your initials engraved into a word i can never forget,
a person i never want to lose.
then after you comes an infinity circle, the letter O.
o symbolizes how we two, have grown so close
that we have become one with each other.
a loop that can't be broken.
a line that never stops,
a thought that never dies.
and when you take those three letters away,
all that's left is HE.
he which is me, because i am what is him.
or at least what has become him. or should i say he.
and together these letters form a word
that i can't wait to say the next time i see you.
and if we should ever break apart,
then the circle of love will wash away with me,
and when i stray back ashore,
the O will have vanished,
and the new word that would be,
would be the world for me without you.
written on 4/11/99
~back and forth~
by dominic mondragon
locked in a world that's hidden by desire,
miracle you, gave me something to inspire,
and crazy me, just keeps falling into you,
trying to keep my life far from hate.
and far from you, is the opposite which i am,
and close to me, is better than a dream,
and away from me, right now is what she is,
as the minutes pass, and the bubbles start to fizz.
no sense, we make, as a couple less than love,
but hate is exactly, keeping me from, is what she is,
and backwards me, falls towards up above,
because heaven, is to me, what is she,
as she probably thinks the opposite of me.
so sit here as i may, here now, but how,
and fall further above, until i touch the clouds,
and you i find there, just waiting for me,
dream as i may, but this is not one,
for me to touch, or touch you on me.
and hate from me, is the opposite which i send,
and a lie it would be, to call you just a friend,
and backwards me, pulls away from the away in you,
and back and forth,to get closer, you seem to pull away too.
written on 4/6/99
~center~
by dominic mondragon
at the center, the very center,
i felt my heart explode.
it twist, it turned, it felt the burn,
and then it went away.
it climbed, it fell, it cast a spell,
from somewhere deep inside.
in the middle,the very middle,
i filled my mind with thoughts.
with this, with that, of where i'm at,
and where i've gone before.
on the way, the only way,
there was no turning back,
i pushed, i pulled, i over ruled,
i had a heart attack.
in the way, there was no way,
to try to get around.
i jumped, i ducked, without no luck,
i fell into a trap.
in the trap, the lonely trap,
i cried myself to sleep.
no tears, no sound, no pound for pound,
just me, myself, and i.
~empty, want. whatever.~
by dominic mondragon
Empty, must be my first name.
because when i’m with you, i still feel the same.
as i did the day before-
i met you, when my life was a bore,
and Over somehow, became my last name,
because for her to kiss, me is a shame.
but empty is just a word to describe,
the missing place that took the bribe,
or maybe it was you, that took it too,
confused and not knowing, what to do.
so now empty’s- trying to find a way out,
building slowly, waiting to shout,
that he, needs a new place to go,
itching out of your pores, very slow.
and as empty leaves, Want takes Over,
and brings his friend L, to make them your Lover,
and together, they make a team,
that takes the empty, right out of your dream.
Want and Lover, my first and last name,
no need to mention, i feel opposite of same,
because just when i thought we were over, L joined in,
to take out the empty, and replace it with good sin.
~at last~
by dominic mondragon
alone at last, in this world of chaos,
and in some random nightmare of reality,
my better half- got away,
and all that's left in me is this echo,
that says the demon wants to play.
alone at last in this world of empty,
i dig for a soon-to-be happy memory,
but sugar keeps building up my spine,
and all she left was the telephone,
with the world as my conversation.
alone at last in this world of panic-
i lose some sleep over halloween,
but how they dig my grave in deep,
and to the left is the sky turns blue,
and my tracks behind, weren't meant for you.
alone at last in this world of hurt,
i step away from the melting puzzle,
she saved me from crossing the line,
of insane rulers with a heart of stone,
and all i left was a faded footprint,
and some where she will fade in time,
alone at last, in this paper world of mine.
~don‘t believe~
by dominic mondragon
i was, i know, i am alone,
no love, no friends, just flesh and bone,
shattered to pieces, scattered on the floor,
she tore me in half, and is coming back for more,
i eat, i sleep, i am alone,
no one, no other, just a heart of stone,
she says she's not, i wish she was,
thinking about her, gives me a natural buzz,
i sleep, i dream, i'm not alone,
your love, your body, combines our bones,
to make us one, and give desires,
holding you tightly, by a fire,
i wake, i think, i am alone,
no pitch, no tone, just a tiny moan,
why does she have to, look that way,
her body is perfect, no natural decay,
i wish, i pray, i'm not alone,
your lips, your eyes, there is no clone,
for me to love, since you v'e been taken,
your more than perfect, your over shaken,
i was, i know, i am alone,
together, forever, will never be shown.
~wet and rain~
by dominic mondragon
rain. a four letter word that makes me-
whore’d for something more than a wet dream.
something smoother than ice cream.
rain. i see the drops fall from the sky,
and watch them as the multiply,
first from the sky then from the sea.
and in the sea of a puddle, i see my own reflection.
a reflection of a shattered self
that just disillusions itself
as the next drops fall to the puddle
and makes waves turn the puddle into a lake.
king of the rain i touch my lips to the sky,
and my body alone softer than dry,
lets heaven’s tears flow down from the blue,
and the winds and wet give me a cool,
king of the rain i walk through the streets,
and see my empire, empty beneath
me and into a world of earth,
i satisfy every desire of birth,
as God’s clear blood feeds the land,
i stand above, as a servant or right hand,
would do and obey, thinking
that the rain will stop, by the end of the day,
and give the earth, a nights rest or two,
and maybe then, i too will so do.
but lust in the rain, is a completely different sin,
but it still makes me remember when,
i first lusted before,
and finding what, lips were for,
i kissed her neck, and kissed her mouth,
and kissed her slightly north of south,
and above that belly, i kissed her breast,
and let the rain, do the rest.
because wet is wet, and so was she,
as i kissed her gently on each knee,
and thanked God for the gift of rain,
because if not, lips are plain,
and if that, it would be hard to see,
why the drops, become a sea,
and as i see, the drops come down,
i fall in love, with its beating sound.
~fornever her~
by dominic mondragon
You make me feel, perfect squared,
theres no one on this planet, i have ever cared,
an ounce about, as much as she,
our friendship means, to much to me,
at first i thought, you were the perfect date,
smart and beautiful, not a thing to hate,
so i made my move, and tried to invade,
thinking it would rain, on my tiny parade,
but somehow God, gave a command,
because for some reason, you were holding my hand,
words could not describe, my feelings from there,
no one to talk to, no one to share,
my happiness then, my happiness now,
my feelings increase, but i only foul,
on the friendship, that, we once had,
thinking of it, still makes me sad,
that i could fuckup, so many ways,
walking right out, so many days,
when i don’t want to, lose this friend,
my feelings from my heart, is all i can send,
and to me still, your the perfect date,
no more than that, your the perfect mate.
~the pier~
by dominic mondragon
My smile tears, into your kiss,
a kiss i know, i could never resist,
at last i know, how wonderful taste,
heart pounding fast, to your baby like face,
her immaculate lips, samples my neck,
tasting the flavor, as she puts the king in check,
but this mate doesn’t budge, her closed eyes can’t see,
as he starts to unbutton, the red dress of she,
my passionate lips, go down to her breast,
falling in love, so falls the dress,
i look perfect up, but is still can’t describe,
how i would even give up, a million dollar bribe,
so someone else, could win you back,
when no one else, could ever attract,
a tenth of my attention, the way you somehow can,
dreaming of the perfect beach, and every grain of sand,
every detail of the moment, i propose my life,
so that in future perfect moments, you could be my wife,
but these thoughts i won’t unleash, until the time is clear,
that our love is balanced, like a standing pier,
and at the end of the pier, in the middle of the water,
i will ask with your permission, to take you from your father.
~wet~
by dominic mondragon
pen on a paper, mouth on a fountain,
kiss on the lips, snow on a mountain,
all these things, get wet when together,
and helps implant, the memory better.
hand on your thighs, lips to your lips,
patiently kiss, my mouth to your hips,
and hips to my kiss, you answer back,
by wetting your lips, for an obvious attack.
so hips to her lips, then tongue on my tongue,
sucking and moaning, while the nights still young,
trying to find the right spot is half the fun,
as we both start to kiss, in unison.
now i press, my tongue into her,
and kiss as a prince, in the days that once were,
and a thousand years later, we still make love the same,
way that we did, when a women was a dame,
she said just to look at her, makes her real wet,
ten times before, she has said that i bet,
but never to me, never till now,
did i ever wonder, why or how,
wet was such, an important thing,
to something else besides a seed or a bean.
~the one~
by dominic mondragon
i heard you became a drunk, since i left you for a while,
and you use whiskey sours, to hide your feelings behind that smile,
well i don’t want to be the one, that has to tell you how to live,
but if you don’t quit that shit, i know you livers gonna give.
well i heard from you, from someone, who use to know you well,
and they told me your life and personality have gone to hell,
i could care less now, since i already forgot your name,
but i feel your going die, and i’m gonna get the blame.
your out of town and so am i, so we might run into each other,
but your identity was lost, i heard, when i hung out with your brother,
so if you see me, and i don’t recognize who you are,
get the hell out of my way, or i might run you over with my car.
you call a bar a pub where you are, but a drunk your still the same,
and beer is now your best friend, and your breath is now a shame,
well you can go on drinking, and sleep in different beds,
and wake up with no memory, except of giving lousy head.
i still don’t know why you lied, and told my friends you left me,
but liquor has that effect, when you drink it like it’s water instead of whiskey,
i thought i was the one, but i guess i am not white trash,
tell him i hope that valtrex, will clear away his rash.
and next time you both get drunk, i suggest you take a drive,
and head down south lamar, because to me your better off dead, than alive.
7/25/01
~halfway back to austin~
by dominic mondragon
halfway back to austin, and my pager and i are broke,
all i got left’s my kitten, and some baking soda coke.
driving in my pinto, with no hood and no floor,
almost out of mexico, before i lose my door,
and now my kittens cold, but there’s no other place to go,
except for boy’s town in laredo, from what i’m told.
by the time we make it there, my kitty drinks and swears,
but the whores that run the square don’t really care.
now he’s looking for some pussy cats, and i’m looking for the first,
eat some chips and salsa, and drink some beer to wipe our thirst,
make our way down the street to find the donkey show,
but all we find are cops, who are looking for some blow.
now we’re stuck in the drunk tank, in some old dirty cell,
and to get out of jail, we need some pesos for our bail,
so my cat and i make a deal, to find some keys to steal,
but we both need to sober up, before one of us gets killed.
busted out of jail, and sneaking back into the states,
halfway back to austin, and my kitty gets the shakes,
he pulls over for a smoke, and wakes me up to drive,
and he gives me a little something, to make my heart revive,
but as i take the wheel, and look for a map where to go,
i head in the wrong direction, and end up back in mexico.
7/30/01
~Systematic Sonnet~
by dominic mondragon
To love, apart from being in love is a tragedy,
for not having someone to kiss you back can only devastate,
and for lack of a better word, your heart is struck with pity,
since cupid lost his arrow, and no one has you to appreciate.
And to say you, is just a chocolate covered way to say i,
for it is me, who finds his thoughts filled with you,
and for me to sleep to dream, would be no other than a lie,
because the dark finds me awake with sorrow, and nothing else to do.
To kiss and not to love, is to kiss a younger brother,
for lips that kiss without cause, bring only harm to their prey,
and lips like this often find pleasure in one another,
molding memories of sin, softly out of clay.
To love and not to be loved back is like a rose,
a sudden burst of beauty, but withers before it starts to grow.
written on 08.05.01
~arson~
by dominic mondragon
by dominic mondragon
ray of light sprinkles sun gently in the bend on her back,
her face in my bosom, the sun yawns and destroys my tact,
i move the cover up, to curse the day so quick,
because when lovers are in love, we sleep as though we're sick.
the morning star who grows to fast, keeps me by my beauty but not my sleep,
she talks backwards in her unconscious state, her sounds in whispers use to give me the creeps,
she smiles as i put my hand upon her belly, and turns gently on her side,
and i follow suit to spoon, a request i can only but abide.
her dyed hair, the smell of perfumes, penetrates from her head right next to mine,
and like the sun- her whole body shines, as i hold her from behind,
as i watch her sleep, there is no one in the world who compares to her beauty,
and as i lay and guard her, i feel pleasure in my duty.
the sun keeps burning through the glass, as the minutes pass on by,
moments like these are meant for keeps, and to keep you floating high,
and as the sun lights the room, her eyes are lit up too,
she awakes to kiss my cheek, as sometimes lovers do.
i pretend to be sleeping, but my smile blows my cover ,
and she starts to kiss my chest, like a skillful bodied lover,
i turn to her and kiss her back, and she’s happy to receive,
this gift i lay upon her, as she slowly starts to breath.
and if the sun caught the world on fire while we were making love,
both of us would die happy, and rise as one above.
9.19.01
~predictions of understanding~
by dominic mondragon
a king is at his best at the time of his death,
tis need he time to rest, to distinguish right from left,
his hair grows long as sunsets, his breath as cold as night,
as night burns into day, there is nothing left but what is right.
and father becomes a hero, he passed thy crown and throne,
like a master who saves servings, so thy dog can have a bone.
but unlike my father, i am less prepared for my prize,
and it is trouble and time i have, to grow old and realize,
that Ophelia with skin so soft as rose petals, and smile of disdain,
could kill more than flowers with false looks of cheer, then true taste of pain.
and it is exactly this that killed her, so young and so fresh,
her kiss on my thigh, like a tattoo that never left my flesh,
and as sorrow penetrates deep into my soul,
forgive me father of this life, and take me where you go.
and if it be hell then i accept, this everlasting death,
for Ophelia has left me, and now there’s nothing left.
i watch in the mirror, reflection backwards as you die,
and as you start to float, i dream that angels really fly,
and as you close your eyes, and take one last breath of this winter air,
you hold my hand one more time, so that we can be a pair,
but as sudden misfortune pursuits in the falling winter snow,
i kiss you one last time, before you let me go.
09/07/01
~fragile~
by dominic mondragon
depressed, repressed, emotions of regret,
thoughts of suicide, waking up in sweat,
it’s getting harder to be me, just getting to damn hard,
cause a gypsy told me i should have died with you, when she read my cards.
i stopped valuing other peoples opinions, and sometimes even my own,
and i’ve been called a snob to many times, so i let the butler answer the phone.
i am alone in the this nation of intolerable greed,
i give up all my personal possessions, so i will have no other needs,
and what’s the use with you, we never seem to get anywhere,
because it’s been more than a while, since you showed me that you care.
i could care less how much you paid for that blouse,
the places that you eat and drink, or where you bought a house.
freedom is an expression of individualism that can not be priced with a tag,
so go fuck someone else in that car, cause i’d rather be a fag.
why do i keep falling for every girl that talks to me,
when there conversations are as meaningless as talking to a tree.
i want to find a girl, who wants to devalue society,
and replace our rigid social class, with some other kind of sobriety,
i’m on the outside, looking at a reflection of me from the outside,
and on the inside looking out, you find comfort in the places that you hide.
and it keeps getting harder for me to stand out here alone,
and decide if i should pick up my gun, or just pick up my phone.
9/13/01
~cousins~
by dominic mondragon
seven letters, and a shoebox full of postcards,
eleven fingers, in a school yard full or retards,
this seems to be the problem, when cousins try to mate,
because they can’t keep to themselves, and simply masturbate.
you should be surfing, but the waves are just not right,
i should be humping but your cousins not my type,
so instead of me, your cousin chooses you,
and you fuck your family, like the monkeys in the zoo.
if she wasn’t fourteen, there would probably be less trouble,
but you had it in for her, ever since she lived in a bubble,
and since she already had a kid from uncle jon, you thought it would be alright,
to slip your dragon in her cave, since now she wasn’t tight.
but in the heat of passion, you forgot to pull it out,
and your sperm started swimming upstream, like salmon or some trout,
and your cousin who was drunk, had for sometime been asleep,
and you started to feel guilty, like that time you fucked that sheep.
so you just left her trailer, and headed east back home,
and two years later, you still avoid the telephone,
and you still don’t know what to do, about those letters and postcards,
and how to tell your parents, that you are the father of a retard,
so if you don’t want a child that chews on crayons and sniffs glue,
be careful not to get drunk, and screw your cousin in the pool.
~searching for bobbies fish~
by dominic mondragon
i didn’t mean to make you suffer, i just like to see you cry,
i didn’t mean to cause you pain, but i couldn't waste a damn good lie,
and you insecure just torn together like an orange peel,
and me full of jealousy, pulled the peel just for the feel.
i really don’t care about your needs, that’s why i got my motives,
and by the time i left you, we both had enough steam to fill a locomotive,
and me who felt free after more than two years,
couldn’t adjust to the rock star hype, of smoking crack and drinking beers.
some people went searching for bobby fisher, but you went looking for bobbies fish,
and for you to have a dream, is a mere dream more than a wish,
and my wheezing voice, a choice you chose not to choose,
and me so cunning, couldn’t tempt you back with guilt or rue’s.
but a paradox of passion, this sinner could not pray,
and a ceiling which is heaven, seemed a perfect place to lay,
for you and not me i wish, but my wish is just my sleep,
as for me to weak to speak, so leave a message at the beep.
insane is just a made up word, for the givers but not the takers,
so fetch me at the crazy house, or at a farm that’s full Quakers,
and it will not be me, but a mad man dressed in black,
if he ask you for the devil, shake your head and leave him back,
for he calls her different names, but her face is still the same,
and it is she who turned him mad, for there is no other on to blame.
~crooked frame~
by dominic mondragon
my life is paint by numbers, and my love is cut and paste,
my heart is in a glass of water, my tongue has lost its taste,
midnight in a perfect world, the dewdrops lay to rest,
and water falls from heaven, as beauty lays in breast.
cut the air i breathe, and this oxygen i need,
fill my lungs with garbage, and let my fingers bleed,
and somewhere between here and never, when there’s no end insight,
rape me like a virgin, and then will say goodnight.
i have a negative of a negative, when i double exposed your face,
and put it in a crooked frame, then wrapped it with some lace,
and dropped it in the mail, to make its way to you,
but besides all that, i moved to your city, to get a better view.
your tattoo is a symbol of something we once shared,
now you act like a widow, and i who never cared,
and your tattoo won’t rub off, with alcohol or some water,
so come back to me, and i won’t even bother.
division day, the end is near, as i make my way to you,
so follow me, and stay with me, and maybe you’ll die true,
but if you decide not to come, and stay far behind,
don’t get mad when i’m in heaven, and you are deaf and blind.
load the pod, take the pill, no time to decide,
heaven’s calling, cult is falling, time to take the ride.
10/03/01
~falling~
by dominic mondragon
were perfect for each other, she told me yesterday,
and i just kissed her back, not knowing what to say,
the breeze made the part in her hair, somehow complement her smile,
and halfway through the concert, she held my hand for just a while.
she has this smell that reminds me of something that i still can’t place,
and i can make her laugh so hard, that i bring tears to her face,
she accidentally touched my leg, when i was talking to her at lunch,
and that’s all she needed to make me happy, even if it was only once.
she talks to me as tough, i’ve known her all along,
and pauses in all the right places, just so i don’t yawn,
she’s not as pretty as the rest, but still that doesn’t matter,
because she makes me happy somehow, even when i’m mad at her.
in love i think she fell, and for me i’m still falling,
and she’ll stay with me by my side, until i finish stalling,
and if i choose to pass her up, and look for something more,
she’ll still stay by my side, because that’s what friends are for.
a box of wood and some strings, is what i call my guitar,
a heart of comfort and a smile, is what you are so far,
a friend, a lover, a kiss and hugger, someone who wants to hold me,
like mother and child or sister and brother, or how land touches the sea.
and if in the end, it comes to be, that we are perfect for each other,
then we can make a life together, and my child will call you mother.
11/16/01
~half~
by dominic mondragon
beautiful you, under a blanket half covering,
me on the other, with your head in my arms,
quietly i move, my arms from your dreams,
as i turn on the shower, your dreams turn to streams.
when i start to get dressed, rain falls on the tops of our heads,
but beautiful buildings get in the way,
and the sounds in between are the words that they say,
pick up some change, then down the stairs for some paper,
out of the building, smell of the street,
with fresh of the rain, and taste of the sweet,
but to her, taste, is the only for me,
and wait for me, is more than a dream for she,
fill in the lines, on the way back home from the store,
as the soup kitchen fills, the mouths of the poor,
beautiful you, now waiting half awake,
turn naked half around, with a tired smile on your face,
lucky me, because i must have, stumbled in the right place,
fill in a line, of a crossword half done,
and as i get older, i know half the fun,
she smile when she sees, the bagel that i brought,
and to this smile, i remember, why i married she,
because the day i fell in love, is the same smile i still see.
9/28/01
~color me crayon~
by dominic mondragon
i see you standing there, see you looking new,
though the nights have been so long, and the months a few plus two,
the nights so long, with you not by my side,
and in from of your givers, a smile you must hide,
hide the fact that it is, in love that we are,
and with elliott’s permission, i’ll kiss you between the bars,
i see you floating here, see you in my mind,
hoping the leaves won’t fall, and you will leave me far behind,
and behind you will leave, many miles between we,
and if these miles turn to years, i’ll still wait for she,
so she has no worry, to worry about i,
cause my heart beats only you, and i won’t cheat or lie,
i see you sleeping there, see you dreaming red,
i put my arms around, i kiss, you turn your head,
a third of a year has past, since my love has found a new,
way to love, and spend my life with you,
but God why did you, have to do this to my heart,
cause if she ever breaks it, i won’t ever start,
start to look, for someone such as she,
cause i won’t ever find, and there can never be,
a women in this world, half as beautiful,
so please tell her for me, cause she will never know,
i see you standing there, see you looking new,
cause everyday i find myself, more in love with you,
8/12/99
~specific she~
by dominic mondragon
specific she, wants two tone me,
and before death, a pleasure it would be,
wind away, this sadness over i,
and leave a pile, of pleasure before i die,
she plans my princess, as i her palace,
farewell lonely, far removed from dallas,
a God i thank, for stranger than the night,
he tossed my way, an amber glowing bright,
and she alike, found a simple mortal i,
but a pearl in the pavement, she almost passed right by,
now specific he, wants to bathe with she,
and before marriage, a pleasure it would be,
wash away, this temper over i,
new beginnings, for both of us to try,
i plan our love, and she our sleep,
hello forever, and goodbye old creep,
and whoever she tanks, is stranger than the night,
cause she lost one better, so i could hold her tight,
now we alike, find simple in each other,
and time away, are words for some another,
because somehow i, found the other half of me,
and with time and patience, i’ll get down on one knee.
~”then what,” she said~
by dominic mondragon
solid something, a quarter to half past nothing,
endless rainbow, in this beautiful hallow,
separate the heartbeats, and inject the frosting,
tasters choice, with heaven to follow.
super sorry, since i met the other you,
why bother, when life is less than true,
i sample you, but the taste is not enough,
so i buy a little you, and try to call your bluff,
vein to me, and track to trace my train,
and trip to trick, so try a different sane,
Satan’s insomniac, left me alone to crack,
with you in my spine, and nothing on my back,
naked crayon, colors along my chest,
with something sweet, extracted from my breast,
and put in a jar, for empty gods to feed,
into a balding pit, and for my mom i bleed.
endless beauty, but a hollow me to hate,
bathroom sink, where purple pleasures wait,
sample you, is a sample wearing off,
inject again, grab, spit, and cough,
but why bother, when life is less than true,
and somehow sadly, i bought the other you.
6/14/99
~rotate~
by dominic mondragon
kill me fast, drive me car,
shoot a mountain, but fall a star,
rock life's great, but boredom me,
looked two times, and now my eyes cant see,
stupid loser, tried but cant,
go past go, and whine and rant,
liquid me, for thinking so,
found some tracks, before last nights show,
once rotate, and twice believe,
cigarette scars, above each sleeve,
it don't mean nothing, i told her no,
heard me not, then take it slow,
go insane and keep the chain,
and in the dust, collect the rain,
drummer drums, guitar string strums,
and in the back, i sound less dumb,
shut the fuck up, a yell fro the crowd,
as the bass player, turns his solo up loud,
and all that's left, for me to sing,
is the middle note, as i bust a string,
drive me fast, kill me car,
shoot me down, like a poor rock star.
5/5/99
~NYC~
by dominic mondragon
stone cold river, running trough my veins,
and if she ever lets me drive, i’ll choose a different lane,
monkeys fly among the rain, two o’clock december,
and as the dance around the car, i wonder if she’ll surrender,
tiny train passing by, should try it or no,
lovers lane rally wet, but no other place to go,
tear drops fall fro the sky, and puddle into thunder,
and if she makes it up to heaven, i wonder if he’ll lover her,
snowball man, icicle, opposite of summer,
and as i grow, more in years, i wonder if i’m dumber,
trying hard to catch a train, as the sax man plays alone,
and as i fly underground, i hear a different sound,
words from me, out of my mouth, make no sense at all,
and as i pay the man forty cents, he makes me ten foot tall,
run around on the ground, and chasing in the park,
and as the sun fades away, i’ll hide, you see the dark,
summers here, fathers not, so God damn hot,
on a wire a pigeon hangs, as i take a shot,
braking in, smoking crack, always on T.V.,
and if i drop out of school, i wonder who i’ll be,
pack my bags, grab my stuff, leaving far from here,
and as the night turns to day, i some how lost my fear
9/15/99
~smoke~
by dominic mondragon
stick struck on a side of a paper box full of matches,
spark approaches at the end, in hope that fire catches,
i cover my hand around the flame, as i bring it to your lips,
while i light your cigarette, it burns my fingers at the tips.
you inhale, hold your breath, then gently let it out,
as i watch the ember glow, i try to figure you out,
like a match our relationship started with just a spark,
and you started to find your way to me, somewhere in the dark.
as the flame in my heart grew stronger, you stayed to watch it glow,
and it only took a fire in me, to make us love and grow,
this light that made us love, was somehow lit by you,
and this burning desire in me, was something you once knew.
but lately i’ve had to add, a few cups of kerosene,
to keep this fire going, and to keep you from leaving,
so excuse me if i must, go and fetch some wood for us,
because if someone doesn’t do it, the love will turn to lust,
so as this fire fades away i fear for you, so will i,
and in the ashes of our love, my broken heart will lie,
as once a flame form the ashes, will now just rise some smoke,
because when we ran out of love to feed it, is when my heart must have broke.
so if you find me lonely, with a torn paper box of empty matches,
turn and walk away slowly, because like fire, emptiness also catches.
~buttons~
by dominic mondragon
i trace the lines across her feet, and make my way up to her toes,
she pushes them gently on my lips, and they tickle me under my nose,
she flips to the back of some magazine, to find her daily horoscope,
and somewhere between her charms and signs, she looks for a bit of hope.
the polish from her nails still hangs around as her finger tips start to dry,
i notice broken buttons line her skirt, as i slowly make my way up her thighs,
she’s to busy and i’m to lazy to try anything more,
as my head replaces my hand, i feel my tongue quickly getting sore.
she lights another candle, to the half dozen already lit,
between the smell of polish and vanilla, i find a new place to sit,
she reads out loud from her Cosmo, about 17 news ways to have sex,
fifteen which sound boring, and the other two are just to complex.
i patiently take my shirt off, and hang it neatly on the bathroom door,
she eagerly takes her skirt off, and half a button falls quietly to the floor,
the dripping bathtub faucet echoes off the stained glass bathroom window,
and keeps us both in time and rhythm, as we try to start off slow.
i never met anyone who can set the sun just by smiling at the sky,
and make the world stop or turn, just by letting out a sigh,
and as i feel the seasons change, whiles she’s on top of me,
i see the wind pickup, and watch the leaves fall off the trees.
while i hold her legs up high and kiss them, she tickles me with her toes,
she traces the smile across my face, because that’s the way love goes.
written on 1/25/02
~slanted~
by dominic mondragon
It’s quiet in this house, when I hear you breathe out loud,
Your damaged hair just dangles there, all wrinkled like a cloud,
You smile in your sleep, for a perfect sunken moment,
I kiss you on your lips, as your dimples lose there dent.
I wasted half my life, on something that wasn’t you,
And I’ll waste another half, if I ever lose you too,
The color of your lips, are a perfect match to your fingertips,
Replace lips with my hands, and it’s the same with your hips.
I love the way you make me feel, when you barely start to wake,
I rewind the thought a million times, and cut to the take,
The world seems to pass me by, when I’m making love to you,
And everyone tells me to get a job, but I would rather be with you.
But your love is like a job, which keeps me far away,
From things that are important, that I should be doing day to day,
Broken dreams, twisted lies, a certain slanted fate,
People talk, but your still here, with everyone to hate.
Some girls don’t have much to offer, but not the one I chose,
Sifted through the burning rubble, and found what no one knows,
You’re a gift to earth, from God to me, I am certain about this,
You’re more than fate, and I appreciate, every single kiss.
It’s quiet in this house, as you sleep next to me,
And I won’t change a single thing, because you will always make me happy.
~this time~
by dominic mondragon
I see the sun, touch the earth, from across the sky,
I feel the air, push the clouds, as the pass on by,
From a bridge, I take a photo, from my pocket side,
I let it fall, from my hand, and watch it glide.
She kisses me, in my dreams, one thousand times,
These memories, won’t let me be, what I left behind,
On a bridge, I tell myself, it’s time to die,
I close my eyes, make a wish, and start to fly.
It’s hard to forget everything as I take dive,
I hold my breath, close my eyes, and count to five,
I feel the water, break my fall, as I crash on down,
I see her face, one last time, before I start to drown.
She makes her way, to my house, about this time,
Sorrys and excuses, she plans to say, 1000 times,
She misses him, now that she has nothing, but all the time,
She knocks on his door, to see if they can try, just one more time.
I see the sun, touch the water, from across the sky,
I feel the waves, push me down, as fish pass on by,
Underwater, I find a photo, right by my side,
It washes ashore, and so will I, thanks to the tide.
I wrote a letter to myself that made me cry,
And at the end it said, I love you, but its time to die.
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