The spring has gone

The spring has gone,
As morning’s dew
has left sweet drops of death and truth

no flowers grow,
as time has told;
though I pay no mind to whores I’ve held

and gentle pillows
blunt my head
and wake me from this dream I dreamt-

to painful ‘morrows
where I lie…
“I never loved,” I tell my mind.



I walk the ground that held my life,
And withered …slow… my cheeks and eyes
The tendered stones that held our feet,
now tear my skin with bladed teeth;
the softened greens that bade me give,
though love itself has poisoned lips.

-Too often daggers hide in cloaks
-Too often roses laugh and smile
-Too many thorns have slit my hands…

I’ll take this walk and have my rest…

The spring has gone and summer too…
The winter stays and chills me through…
And silent voices fill my head…
And haunt me till my soul feels dead…

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry