Sintra

Prince's Erotic City
en los cascos de mi ipod
Sintra, oh mountainous town
nestled in between Estoril and Lisboa - the violent atlantic
i follow your trail
through cobblestones
and lovers embraced
it is the romance of old
timeless
and with an image of you
the trip that never came
even though you did
i am here in your spirit
and i hear your thoughts...

Indeed

Indeed: a word that means more than just sure; it means to be in deed of something/someone.
Indeed: too simple to just verse out; cannot function in poetry for the word replicates its very denial
Indeed: said with the slime caught in an eye not worth watching over and over again
Indeed: an inhale of things past consumed--a lover of all that is the opposite of the indeed
Indeed: easy enough to use to get in and easy enough to use to get out

Indeed: the initiator of the word fails to perform anything in-deed the moment the utterance is uttered...the problem of the one inhaling the utterance is the effect it has in the denial of the actual word itself--the word is sneaky; its intent one of malice; its composure too damn tempered even as the word presenst itself as empty...

the word indeed is far from empty...it is full of the trots.