Wednesday, June 30, 2010

noches de tormentas


noches de tormentas


sin saber de ti
clava duro

mi incomodidad
clava duro la separación

lo duro de querer
más no saber

clava duro
el consuelo

de estar a tu lado
sin el llanto

solo la risa
tus ojos claros

clávame
duro

Monday, June 28, 2010

scattered ripples


scattered ripples


when my face reached
his genitals
fierce waves tossed
around my sun-struck hell

i ate my dreams
with lemon and salt
like Joan the Mad Queen

& there was nothing
to be said
i rose

he left
i drowned angels
in their smug water

scattered ripples
with my tongue
pinned…  wriggling
on the wall

i have known
flat legs
of lonely men
in blue jeans

& empty boxes
where [every-would-be
Lazarus]
hid a million

handkerchiefs
yet never said
a proper hello
or good-bye



©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 28, 2010

Saturday, June 26, 2010

The Metropolis of Dispossessed Catacombs







The Metropolis of Dispossessed Catacombs


There were only two of us in the city. 
Ruben and I moved there after graduation,
the day after our wedding.  We cleaned
the catacombs of the dispossessed
until a little after twelve.  Then we’d break
for lunch.  I made a picnic basket,
he drove us to the beach.

After eating, I’d see tears overflowing
in his eyes, so I’d take my clothes off and
let him possess me.  We’d head back
to the catacombs, take the anti-viral BP
had developed, and do it again on our bed.
Ruben would take his time and cuddle. 
He’d brush my hair, or what was left of it.  

Whisper:  Do it to me.  My eyes rolled back,
teeth clattered.  The catacombs echoed
as I grew wings and horns. Ruben screamed
profanities at the gangplank leading
to the vaulted domes, near the entrance
of the metropolis, where a colossal seraph
stood dripping oil, before we fell undone
trying to crack the riddle of progress.



©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 27, 2010

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Esperando a Claudet






Esperando a Claudet


1994


-No se Alison, tengo mucho trabajo. 
-Ustedes son cinco y el apartamento es muy pequeño.  Además hay una rata pari’a dentro del sofá, y solo tengo dos camas.  
-¿Te imaginas que te muerda a uno de los nenes?  
-A veces no estoy bien.  Pero a veces me pongo nervioso alrededor de la gente y me cago encima.  
-El Paxil no me está funcionando.  Si pero, tengo que ir al doctor para que me lo ajuste.  
-Este año estuve en el hospital tres veces.  
-Cielo… trata de entender.  No es que no quiera.  
-Se que son las únicas vacaciones que vas a tener este año, pero…espera.  
-No lo tomes así.  Espera. 
-¿Alison, Hello? 
-
¿Hello
?


2009


-¿Hello, Claudet?  
-Chica, te llamo porque me dio un ataque del corazón.  
-¿Quería saber si me acompañas en el hospital?  
-Estoy con mi vecino, en emergencias médicas, aquí al lado de mi casa.  
-No es lo mismo.  Tú sabes que aquí si no tienes un familiar cercano o son capaces de matarte.  
-Ayer, me enviaron a mi casa con todo y el dolor.  
-Que carajo, me acosté a dormir.  
-No le tengo miedo.  
-Hice lo que pude con lo que me dio la vida.  
-Es demasiado tarde para arrepentirme.   
-En cambio otros… No, no estoy hablando de tu papa.  
-¿Hello, Claudet? 
- Mierda.


2010


-¿Cómo estas cielo?  
-Lamento decirte que tu celular pasó a mejor vida.  
-Me compre uno bien barato.  
-Te llame para invitarte a comer.  
-No sé, a un restaurante fino.  
-Que estamos a principio de mes y tengo dinero.  
-¿Utah?  Que aburrido.  
-Como son mormones.  
-¿Cuándo?  ¿Turco?  Me encantaría.  
-Ay si.  ¿Tienen belly dancers?  
-El lunes va a estar perfecto.  
-Te espero.  
-Bien, te quiero mucho. 
-Un besote.


2011


-¿Hello?  

-¿Hello, Claudet q
uién?  


-¿
Mi hemana
-¿Que hermana
?

Hallelujah - Leonard Cohen - This is my favorite song of all times!





Hallelujah 

Baby, I've been here before.
I know this room, I've walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you.

Yeah I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
But listen, love is not some kind of victory march,
No it's a cold and it's a very broken Hallelujah.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, (Hallelujah...)

There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below,
Ah but now you never show it to me, do you?

Yeah but I remember, yeah when I moved in you,
And the holy dove, she was moving too,
Yes every single breath that we drew was Hallelujah.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

Maybe there's a God above,
As for me, all I've ever seemed to learn from love
Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.

Yeah but it's not a complaint that you hear tonight,
It's not the laughter of someone who claims to have seen the light
No it's a cold and it's a very lonely Hallelujah.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

I did my best, it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel, so I learned to touch.
I've told the truth, I didn't come all this way to fool you.

Yeah even tough it all went wrong
I'll stand right here before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my lips but Hallelujah.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.


 Hallelujah"

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah 

LEONARD COHEN - Suzanne (Live 1988) For my sister Priscila

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Broken Away


Broken Away


I will not look into your eyes
full of sluggish places
burrows lit with bonfires made from shadows
gloomy stories that I’ve never tread

I cannot bathe in springs of broken wings
or have a conversation with your oversight
or chant good-byes to arms wrapped around

the sands whisking
through the murky spaces of your air
I must not be alone with any of your dreams








©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 22, 2010

Monday, June 21, 2010

Bestiary # 1



Bestiary # 1





Bestiary


Today I took pleasure in distance,
seated alone in the willow forest,

eating rice with honey and milk,
then sleeping with the lights off.

I didn't dream about toads lurking
behind doors, or dead fish

in plastic bags. I didn't hide toys
in the closet, or matches, or candles.

It's not that I don't love you, Daddy.
It's that you created the distance

with your regimented humiliation.
I approached you as a hummingbird

only to feel winter’s frost.
A cardinal sang magical melodies,

kept me alive. I cured my injuries
as I could, and if unable

I gnawed, burned, spat,
covered with garlic and mud.

Yet the best herbarium was time
and distance—the most spectacular
of all my acts of wizardry.  



©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 21, 2010

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Bestiario # 1


Bestiario # 1


Hoy disfruto la distancia sentado
a solas en el bosque de sauces,

comiendo arroz con leche,
acostado con la luz apagada.

No sueño con sapos detrás
de las puertas, ni pescaditos

muertos.  No escondo juguetes
en el armario, ni fósforos, ni velas.

No es que no te quiera.  Papa,
es que la distancia la creaste  

tú con el régimen de humillaciones.

Me acerque como un colibrí
y sentí la escarcha del rechazo,

el caminar sigiloso de la pantera,
la mordida del perro rabioso.

Mientras un cardenal cantaba
su magia para mantenerme vivo.

Cure las heridas que pude.
Las que no pude curar, las mordí,

o queme, al final las escupí,
las cubrí con ajo y lodo.

Pero el mejor herbario
ha sido el tiempo adjunto

a la distancia, el más espectacular
de todos mis actos de magia.



© Sergio A. Ortiz, June 20. 2010

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Anti-horóscopo


Anti-horóscopo






no mirare tus ojos
llenos de lugares lentos
madrigueras alumbradas con fogatas de sombras
historias de tristezas que nunca he recorrido

no quiero que me toquen manantiales de alas rotas

ni hablarle nuevamente al olvido
o rezarle otro adiós a brazos ceñidos

a arenas que se abaten
                     en espacios espesos de tu aire
no estaré a solas con tus sueños











©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 19, 2010

Etta James - At Last

Thursday, June 17, 2010

In the Rivers of My Affection


In the Rivers of My Affection

This poem has been accepted for publication.  It will be posted sometime next year.


©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 17, 2010

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Christina Aguilera - At Last

En los Ríos de mi Apego



En los Ríos de mi Apego


Ahoga
tú espera

en los ríos
de mi apego.

Dejare que tu
hermosura

bese
mi sufrir.   

Te alejo  
de mí

desde hace
ya tanto.

Tráeme
arrobo.


Tráeme
canción








©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 15, 2010

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

después de los laureles, casi un soneto



después de los laureles, casi un soneto



un beso negro
empato la carrera
allá en el cuarto oscuro
de tu ojo sin salida
córrete amor córrete
que te has ganado
otro besito
córrete las cortinas
si me vas a jinetear

La Cosa en Si / Noumenal









La Cosa en Si


Le perdí el sabor a tu mirada cíclope  
el domingo por la mañana
poco antes
de que saliéramos a pasear
por la vereda
en el trópico de cáncer. 
Descubrí un mogote de letras
debajo de tu almohada.
Estaban listas
para convertirse en sílabas,
acentos y ritmos ajenos
a nosotros, palabras,
símiles que retan
mi imaginación
como si hubieses alcanzado
mi torre
con tu verga latiendo,
chorreando
lubricante, fruto caído
de tu voluntarioso árbol. 
¿Y te pregunto
por tercera vez,
cuál es el nombre de tu casa?
Porque dicen
que a la tercera  
va la vencida,
la que no se bate
a tiros con el corazón. 
¿Dime la verdad,
dónde encuentro los limites
de tu castillo?  



Noumenal


This poem has been accepted for publication.  I will put it back up when it gets published.



©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 15, 2010

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Because of you I am on my way to Paris (accepted for publication)


Because of you I am on my way to Paris


Change the tire,
he said as he threw
the jack and nut wrench
on the asphalt lot,

consider it your last
dance lesson.  
Then he walked away
into the bar. 

I set the carousel on fire,
but music kept ringing
in my ears

like the voice of history
taking a crap
in grandfather’s outhouse.

I was born
with the knowledge
of the wind on the tip
of my cock.

I turned around
and started walking
en pointe,
thumbed a ride
to Paris.



©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 12 , 2010

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