http://slow.writerscafe.org/afcarrera The original writings of author A. F. Carrera en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054624 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hey pretty girl Who flirts with meWhen people are watchingAre we flirting With each other or ourselvesAsk me yourselfTake a pinch of me here and thereFor when your best isn't behavedAnd asphodels will rise fromThe guests we keepIn your palm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1642272/ Who scrapes the smears off the sidewalkWhen someone reaches for the flowers on the roofWho polishes the spikes under the interstateWhen someone sleeps where she's not supposed to sleepWho trawls turgid brown bodies from the lakeWhen people turn up missing but not missedWho sends the call that there'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1635362/ Speak like sunshineAnd you will be sunshineYou're an atmosphere ofWarm words willingMore warm wordsAnd god willingYour good wordsWill light the shadowsRung around this planetSpeak the venomFrom your veinsSalt your burnsAnd let your skin fallFace first into the year http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1635360/ Foreign facesAnd their weird featuresAnd little gamesAnd ginger aleAll crushed togetherIn one momentAs loud as jet enginesAs quickly as they began http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1594051/ Goodbye rooftops And goodbye you Youths in the gardens Bathed in blue Goodbye garbage Far below the Falling fearlessFestival glow Goodbye gorgeous Evening wealth Made in sunlitMarble cloudsThat pried my Callous coughing heart From pride andWonde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1594047/ Still bugs Their sleep Their veil If they are deadThey do not tiptoeAcross our wallsThey are smearedAcross our countertops Only their bulging eyes showingOnly their fragile bodies Waiting for the water To turn on And wash them all away Bug stewBlack arms and l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1562794/ You are another earthWhose homes and high risesAnd little lamp postsAre constellationsOf artificial lightBeyond your sea ofOnce-spoken somethingsAnd sunken screamsDrowned in amber dropsLie far away laughsLike train whistlesAnd far away citiesOn the face I can't seeAnd far away people Biting off.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1526122/ I'm pocketing pebbles along the shoreOf my sultry lakeCircling my private sea Where there is absolutely no WiFiWhen a breeze follows through the fugue And whirls up the dust in the cornersOf my mind to beautiful ancient dancesMuted by their multitude.With my painted stones I'll beWading fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1504944/ I feel likeI'm hungry and my veins are full of sugarLike a sputtering sedan someone's converting to run on corn syrup,Motor's been starved of fuel until it resignsAnd accepts whatever flows into its valves.And I'd shudder at the thought of substance.And my hunger is the sordid revelryOf an empty tow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1495421/ I need a title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1429040/ It's long. art by dinayassine: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Pilgrim-357256899 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1417387/ IIam a man of the railway yardsAnd the gentle heartbeat of the subway carsThat move to the rhythm of the near and farAnd end up in graves in the railway yardsAnd the signs in the sun of the railway yardsReflecting off the cold, hungry carsAnd the echoes of the hunger hitched near.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1417383/ Go with the ebb, my black-suit friendThough the ground is frigid and bareThough the glaciers howlAnd cry in the nightGo with the ebb, my friend.Go with the ebb, my astute little friendThough the pale, pale plane is vastAnd sterile eyes lurkBeneath the iceGo with t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/afcarrera/1417380/