today my hour glass broke
and the sands of time
poured itself onto the coastlines
because most times,
I find my time being washed away into the ocean
floating
submerged, in nouns and verbs
rhythms of words matched rhythms of oceans
stanzas and poems
breast strokes, front strokes, pen strokes
floats
today my hourglass broke
its not that i hate sunsets
but i just dont see
the need
to view them
through the LCD
on my iphone's screen
when somebody has already uploaded it
to my instagram feed
its been ages since i experienced a sunset
ages since i've done math in my head
ages since i've picked up a physical book
ages since i wrote a poem on a piece of paper
Dear Modern Technology,
I've decided to runaway
I'll re-write my retweets with the pencil
I use to rewind my cassettes
I've decided to re-learn cursive
mix words with music
mix music WITHOUT serrato
where every day is throwback thursday
and our favorite hashtag is tomorrow
The leaves change color
An endless cycle of death
Random palm tree laughs
Dear Mother Ocean,
You have grown so cold lately.
Love, Pacifico
the place where two roads meet
directors cast dancers
suns cast shadows
sky and earth share a spotlight
gravity is a suggestion
she clings to the ground
like a fond memory
shes trying not to forget
her name in an ocean
of lost languages
the clouds are caged
and the sidewalk doesn't end