Folder Name: Rivera, D

you shoved our memories into a folder on your external hard drive. you are archiving me like some old hand-drawn map in the dingy, dusty basement of a museum that no one gives a shit about.

untitled

all that's left is
a house on mango street
remnants
some stubble and
emersonian glee

best friend

poster child

my achilles' heel

whistle-blower

a new man

Google: A Love Story

Jetblue

Office depot

Netflix

Amazon

Target

Hotmail

Aol

Nordstrom

Junkyard Orbit Necrophile Axe Tank Human Apocalyptic Nirvana

personal demiurge make a toast oral fixation

rite of passage a virtuous night tactile corruption

call the station send a request aural penetration

blind optimism rose-tinted noise visual refraction

See Daddy? Sinners have souls, too.

how very candid of you

you mean to tell me

you are a homotextual

 

no, a sapiosexual

but to me it's all the same

 

homotextuality

and same text marriage

black on black

white on white

 

yes

 

you are a daft punk

i want you to know

i mean that in the kindest of ways

BMP

mere coincidence

or divine wink

the latter

i'd like to think

sherry turkle

ashley montagu

jim jones

alan rath

the word trope

philology

jane fucking jacobs

and tulip fields

phenomenal indeed

there's a name for that,

you know?

baader meinhof

spell it for me

will you remember?

yes

B-A-A-D-E-R 

M-E-I-N-H-O-F

point of interest

i love you

i love you more

how do you know?

there's no such thing 

as a richter scale for love

which brings me to my next conclusion

love can't be quantified

therefore it is imaginary

two too many drinks

vomit city, here we come
speeding on the highway
in the jalopy

a blow to the face
then another
and another

we made it
bruises and broken dashboards
bloody knuckles

where's my shirt

All these people on the planet

working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
working 9 to 5 just to stay alive

Post-Modern Boy

I made a digital shrine

Just for you

I'm so Post-Modern

Just like you

We are one 

and the same

Two peas in a broken pod

Rodrigo Armando Francisco Eduardo

ends with the letter O

like the rest

the same, but not
Eduardo is actually quadrisyllabic

unlike the rest

A Story of Post-Modern Love

They met in LA
a couple of Mexican immigrants
rolling stones,
rolling with the punches
Jabs of Life
She was married,
with 4 children
He was married,
with 4 children
that didn't stop them
from falling
in love
lust
luck
fuck

They fled
together

Miami
was sunny and warm

and far
away from LA

with love and utmost sincerity

you are like a permanent ink stain in my memory. no matter what, i know you'll always exist there. when i look at the stain, i won't be annoyed. i'll smile to myself and i'll remember

your teeth

lovely hands

watching parks and rec

making love with the red light bulb on

walking with your hand wrapped reassuringly around mine