Flavio Huitron

Human Being

Art is everywhere. Your art is you Until you are ready to set it free Lapping water Cresting the horizon Caught by passersby Shot down and taken home To be consumed. Art is an invaluable morsel And a source of nutritional sustenance Capable of bringing back mankind From the precipice of madness. We are partContinue reading “Human Being”

Your Body

Your body is a bridge Built long ago By a team of grayscale engineers In the midst of a promising economy. The beams were once adequate To sustain the weight of a traveling nation But now it buckles. The body buckles and sways, strained. In the waning light of the evening We see that fadingContinue reading “Your Body”

You’re New Here, Aren’t You?

I am the vaporial spork, An undignified and rugged mollusk, Here to take back the vermilion mire Oscillating conjecture that reverberates Into the slipshod vanguard Tinged with gyroscopic permutations Conflated, flipped and full of aspirations. Cresting and bobbing it flags For the matted mongrel To stand up and be driven Down the wellspring Lined withContinue reading “You’re New Here, Aren’t You?”

Beyond Orbit

Alone I Am Alone I Try Pry My Self Apart Lost Loneliness Drifting Drowning Falling Faster Reflecting Stars Infinitely Spinning Alone I Am Alone.

Lest We Let It Go (Unspoken)

I want to tell you You deserve to know Just how much (Do you know how much?) More than all of the stars and All of the galaxies, combined Because there is There can only be Nobody else, quite like You. Hoy, mañana y siempre. Porque Cada día te quiero más que ayer.

In Static We Trust

There is no profit in Truth. Integrity is a yearly fund drive. You have your truth And I have mine. “Money” Wants the species to die a little faster “Money” Makes a sport of senseless violence. Daddy didn’t hug me So I crap in your outstretched palms Merrily burning bridges as Your narcissistic wildfire. TrashContinue reading “In Static We Trust”

Archaic Cells

Invisible tubes guide us (Channel and funnel, Silo and shoot) Alongside the predetermined Pipes of the hive mind. Group think? Don’t. Slough the will Forgo dreams to Shun the crystalline jostling bubbles. Churning desire evaporates Into the molten sky Back to the bulging gut Of the eternal sleeper.

The Question Is The Answer

What have you to say That hasn’t yet Been said before By perforated brains In the present past? There is will always be too much Left unsaid About the trickle of Frost, spreading Against the mortal core. To be human is to be Infected with indifference As we drift across the universe, Traveling backwards, intoContinue reading “The Question Is The Answer”