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


Dream Prism


A cornlike monster with ugly tang fish gills
dreams of becoming a mermaid prodigy
dishing out rhymes to a clown farther off
than Australia.  She travels with a fat
English prawn and a psychotic pickle
renown for his voodoo medicine;
His license revoked after performing
a fatal bypass on an Italian bean.

Their eyes turned yellow in the shade-
less sockets of stillborn lizards.  Seven stop signs
grew from their toes.  They were thieves,
untouchables in the crevice of a very small toad,
comfortless as vinegar.  They found my chiseled
amethyst love letters and turned them to angels
weeping dead, icy heads.  But I budded 


as a May amapola and ascend 
just like my grandmothers
before me ascended.


©  Sergio A. Ortiz, April 1, 2010

Comments

  1. Sergio A. Ortiz Rivera9:32 AM

    第一に、あなたは中国語のこれらの小さいメモを書いて、今日本語でそれらを書いています。 それは非常におかしいです。

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