Ulises Vargas’ Collection.

  I see her in flashes everywhere I go.  Ulises Vargas  May 10, 2026.  I see her in flashes everywhere I go.  I’m taunted by the sight of someone I can’t love,  and who I want to love so badly.  Will everyone have a lover one day?  Who will their lovers be?  Why am I not their lover? Why are they not mine?  Everyone can be lovable,  but not all at once.  In a million people,  my lover is fragmented  into bits I find in scattered people,  hoping to piece together and find  the lover who’s meant to be mine.  She’s split and she’s fractured in off smiles and in half-humor; in red-herrings and faint hints.  Dust flings and dust gravitates, forming, eventually, a lover,  who is in a million— flung with millions of borrowed parts— to love as one Frankenstein.  Her fracture is whole and well.  Her nature is good and tall.  Borrowed from a million loves I’ve had,  her perfection na...

  Vasopressin/Oxytocin. Ulises Vargas  April 23, 2026.  First I gripped you not knowing  would you flip and chew my throat out  would you lose the tense and lay  would you come back cooler, if at all? Does the silence need noise to know or can my heart beat for the both of us? All this warmth: do you know it’s all yours?  Are my hands comfortable there?  Let me see those eyes. Hold our stare.  Pull closer.   Could you let me in? Could your heart beat with me?  Could you let go, please; let go of all those worries. There’s never such reason, baby.  I have you now, baby.  Breathe with me now, baby.  Press against me, baby.  Have you ever felt: felt as real as this, my heart?  How’d we ever fall for anything else. Where’d all else go, anyway?  Who cares now.  Blanked and dovey.  You’ve never slept so well.  Lazy sheep and wooly shepherds.  Whisper songs.   Respiratory win...

   Another Hug.  Ulises Vargas  April 16, 2026.  Do you leave or do you stay  when we part and unhug down from the height of your back  to the last fingertip,  so fast I don’t know  if you’re hug was hot  or if your heart was cold? Do you leave or do you stay  when I melt and act out  over nothing I made into something  and you feel dead and drained for the obligation that is my whine?  I know that look: I always see it. I know I’ve said too much.  The dark room, static of confused ashes,  demented psychoses.  I know my place  enough to cry quiet so my tears won’t disturb you  and all’s well that ends well.  But don’t let it end; Don’t pull away; Don’t leave my finger because you’re leaving me.  Another hug.  Come back.  I promise I won’t cry this time.  I swear I’m not crazy; I just really like you,  like you like me.  Hug me, and ignore my salty raindrops....

  Do they need me like I need them? Am I alone? Ulises Vargas  February 24, 2026.  I deserve all that comes my way.  My actions–mine–led me here.  Though, that’s not to say that I deserve it all.  Some of it arose from being complicated  with other people, places, and scenarios.  Maybe I shouldn’t have complicated; complicated myself with it all.  Then again: where else would I be? Would it be much better?  Would it be worse? Would it?  Who knows.  Some regrets come to mind;  though I’m glad to have accidented and to have overcome.  What I have now is the fruit of me.  And while some others stomp and trample,  good people come to water and prune  the garden of me.  I have severely complicated myself,  and this network is delicate.  The market of my life  is bought and sold;  made and destroyed.  Small moves could tank me;  could leave me weeded and hatcheted.  And...

Star. Ulises Vargas  February 14, 2025. I won’t stagger over nothing; won’t stutter for nobody.  Can’t shake me down; Can’t size me up.  Real upper-echelon: your bummy friends  don’t see how we do it here.  Some designer dresses me,  and some god possesses me.  Some girl despises me,  but her friends desire me.  Dazzling ice everywhere;  dancing eyes lost in the sight.  Stylish.  Elegant. Drowning.  Heaven-sent,  and god wept.  Not a man, but a master– making plays like Oscarly actors.  Here in theory,  but I seem off in another galaxy.  Take and they miss.  Make hits like swish.  A life you don’t know;  A life you need.  Come here.  I know you want to.  If you haven’t already,  then you can fall for me now– fall for my stardom.  Wish upon the shooting star,  and maybe I’ll align the night so you may be a star, too.  You used to dream of me,  t...