NaPoWriMo 2010: Picture © Sergio A. Ortiz, April , 2010


The Need for Thumbs


We've already spent too many
late afternoons creating a town
full of exquisite corpses.

What we really need is a new
Visa card. One we can access
without thumbs.

We're flat, our mouths are full of
halcyon holidays and losing horses.
Two in the third, one the fifth.

Everything's falling from us,
kindness, pieces of our nose.
Not even sugar crystals

can fix these fallen rings.
We're dead and cannot smile
because the sky for us is silence.

The sound of jazz comes
from the blood melted
on what's left of our eyelids.



©  Sergio A. Ortiz, May 7, 2010

Comments

  1. DeLunaLore10:16 PM

    Sergio,

    The last stanza is very intense...powerful poem

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  2. Sergio A. Ortiz Rivera10:33 PM

    Thank you Delunalore! Thank you!

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  3. Ankur4:31 PM

    i loved the theme and the subtlety with which you have used such powerful lines.
    Ankur Shrivastava

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  4. Ankur4:33 PM

    Nice theme. I loved the subtlety with which you used such powerful expressions. Thought provoking indeed.
    Ankur Srivastava

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  5. Sergio A. Ortiz Rivera11:26 PM

    Thank you Ankur, I really appreciate your encouragement!

    Sergio

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