Monday, January 31, 2011

Redden Avatar of Evening Boys

Redden Avatar of Evening Boys


Dear Lord, I will stitch the borders 
of this wound, tuft and suture 

what already hurts, drag myself 
and sniff like a dog with my 

amputated leg at his feet. Oh Lord, 
I will dress myself in a corset 

after bathing in lemon blossom
as if peeling the pristine undulation 

of water to yield before the cruelty
of his ferment, for I will seduce him.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Mi Piel

Piel


Déjame que te cante
como cuando eras fuerte oleaje
de silencios profundos,
y era paz mi piel tersa,
y era paz la proximidad de tus labios,
y era paz la risa de la muerte que no espera
junto a lo llano del rio
cantando su canción de despedida.

Without Peace

Without Peace


Let me sing as when you were strong surf
and peace was on my smooth skin
and peace was in the proximity of your lips 
and peace was in death's laughter
near the shallow part of the river
singing its farewell song
and nobody cared to listen

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Textualmente

Textualmente


Todavía eres camuflaje,
bugarron entre paréntesis. 

Yo que me visto
de margaritas.  Con un beso

en los dedos voy dando
la bienvenida a brotes

sensoriales cubiertos de hojas
que incitan y desprecian

a un mismo tiempo. Te privas
textualmente del cuerpo

y la poesía que en el habita.
Vives en un espacio blanco.

Short poems


glitter of dawn
no stirring wind
seduces her rest

difficult times
pig tails and skip ropes
erode the dirt


yellow stars

roof full of fireflies
lump on her head

Friday, January 28, 2011

Senryu




the dream
two real people breathe
in a real room 

Corporal Limitations

Corporal Limitations


Even perversity  
is useless. 
The monster that dwells
in the corner
does not age. 
Yet I go to bed
earlier,
and eat softer
meat.  In the end
I observe
the empty curve
from a blind window
that shouts: 
Enough!  

Limitaciones Corporales


Limitaciones Corporales 


Hasta la perversidad es inútil.
El monstruo que mora en la esquina
no envejece.  Nosotros nos vamos
acostando temprano, comemos
carnes más blandas, y al final
observamos la esquina vacía
desde la ventana ciega que grita: ¡Basta!

senryu

the wind stirs
onboard battleship
a binge of jeers

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Joaquin Sabina - La canción más hermosa del mundo

Tan joven y tan viejo - Joaquín Sabina

Senyru

Senyru


the dream
two real people breathe
in a real room 

Tanka #54

a rigor seizes him
headless specter in a winter moon
across the sky’s rift
more vivid and unnatural
than any orchid 

tanka

luna caliente
un par de amantes cruzan
la pradera y se funden
los cisnes huyen
el río recuerda su blancura

Tanka 53


Tanka 53



hot moon in the meadow
lovers pass by and melt
swans leave
the river remembers
how white they are

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Christina Aguilera Lady Marmalade MTV 2001

Christina Aguilera The Voice Within Live

prohibido

le amó
sin saber la razón
prohibido el paso 

Tus Latidos

Tus Latidos


fui el de la voz caída
que arranco

el silencio de tus labios
con mi hipérbola

estrecha y húmeda
lista para tu punto de partida

en ella se ruborizaba el tiempo
con latidos fuertes

de tu fuente de agua
agridulce 

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Reward

Reward


You are locked up
motionless in sleep

I spend my time
watching your body

willing to awaken
you're present

Monday, January 24, 2011

Your Voice

Your Voice


For your benefit 
oversight and passion 

cleave

I absorb the water 
stop and pick up 

your wasted voice

it has spilled 

on my breast--you lean 
in silence.

La Verdad

La Verdad


El silencio—
agua del riachuelo
siguiendo su curso
sin resistencia—es no
reconocer la verdadera razón
del diluvio de emociones
que han cercado
al corazón.  

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Luna

Luna


El alba se acerca,
llego la partida. 
Los muros del cuarto  
silencian tu adiós.
Dime luna de escarcha,
¿Si le abro la puerta
seguiré estando solo
hasta la madrugada?

YOUR LOVE - Ennio Morricone & Dulce Pontes

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Athirst

Athirst


I said to the day: you know
my secrets, you’ve seen the abyss
where I make turquoise
out of my daydreams,
you’re acquainted with my laughter
and the pain in my legs.

I know none of your secrets,
said the day.  I hide in the clouds
whenever you weep and visit night
when your desolate ghost needs to rest.

poor scared shadow,
anxious to sleep on the summit
of a drunk tree in bloom.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Because you Love Me

SUSAN BOYLE Wild Horses America's Got Talent 2009 *HQ*

The Cleansing

The Cleansing


He thought about funeral pyres 
as he soaped her hair,
the many times they had 
played with shampoo
only to end-up in bed. 

Today it was different, her hands 
were cold and her chest 
had started to stiffen.
Two flocks of pigeons 
flying in different directions
crossed each other 
in the sky as bells 
atop the churches tolled.

He watched them through 
the bedroom window in silence 
and waited for the sun
to finish going down before 

drying her cold feet.  

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Dudas

Dudas


alargo mis dedos
por tu punto de partida,

esas facciones jóvenes
que alborotan mis rodillas,

y casi me arrepiento.  

Sin título 10

Si en mil años
te vuelvo a encontrar
no sé si te seguiría.

Alboradas

Alboradas


eres manantial de alboradas deshechas
que recogí un ocaso lluvioso de verano. 

Leonard Cohen - A Thousand kisses deep

Together

Together


aloneness is the angel
with a wooden sword

we breathe and whisper
in dim light, two lion kings

Ayer

Ayer


pensaba encontrarte triste
pero has echado vuelo hacia el infinito
con los pies descalzos y una sonrisa.
¿será que el amor humedeció tus alas
y luego las puso a secar anticipando 
la proxima tormenta?  eres el acero 
de la piel reseca de mi soledad.
ay, como duele la melancolía. 

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Para Toribio

Sin título 9


Te corto el pelo
conversas 
ríes
cuando termino 
te levantas
vas al espejo
regresas
y me miras 
fijamente.  

Sin título 8

Sin título 8


Te quitas la ropa
para poseerme a la fuerza
y luego decir adiós


tiemblo.

Sin título # 7

El reto
es mirarte sin sentir
el deseo de tenerte
nuevamente

Sin título # 6

no hay paz
en el amor libre
ni dureza primaveral
en el sueño que consume
a almas

The Washing

The Washing


He thought about the pyre
as he soaped her hair,
the many times they had
played with the shampoo
only to end-up on the bed
caressing.  This time

it was different, her hands
were cool and her breast
had started to stiffen.
Two flocks of pigeons
crossed each other
in the sky as the bells
tolled atop the churches.

He watched them through
the bedroom window in silence
and waited for the sun to finish
going down before soaping
her cold, dead feet. 

Exchanges

Exchanges


He waited
for the good-bye
shrunk between his arms

a seagull leaving
its time for yours

only to find a name



he dropped one last word
picked it up and

slumped in silence

Adiós

Adiós



espere encogido


entre mis brazos
tu adiós
gaviota
que deja su tiempo

para regresar al tuyo
y solo encuentra

un nombre.

Desperate

Desperate


I invent his memory

recalling the gods  
that have accompanied
him—Ulysses

think
they might let you return

I go to him
tire out the echoes
the reflection   the gaze
the escape

yet he does not return

I continue

a drop of blood reminds me
that my flesh and yours
exists

I wait

Monday, January 17, 2011

Mend

Mend


You straighten up

when you breathe
your hyperbola touches my climbing angle
the point
in a straight line into infinity

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Paul Simon: Diamonds on the soles of her shoes /zimbabwe

Simon & Garfunkel - Sound Of Silence

Reunited

Reunited


You take a puff
of my cigarette

the smoke ascends
over the napkin your inaugurated lips

and your discreet
gaze

I’ll see you later

Mistakes

Mistakes


It’s the
very last
time

I listen to myself say

and you return 

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Elvis Presley - You Were Always On My Mind

Brenda Lee - Always on my mind.

Brenda Lee ~ Johnny One Time

Regret

Regret


I give you a figure
yet you choose your dreams


and break 


once you know
my answer.






Lamento



Te esculpo
escoges tus sueños

te desgarras

al saber 
mi respuesta.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Razones

Razones 



duermes

en mis brazos
sin saber distinguir
tu calor del mío

caminas
sobre mi sombra
con la necesidad emocional
de un párroco arrodillado

lloras
porque no sabes
cuando callar
lo que te hace feliz

callas
pues confías 
en tu ignorancia 
más que en tu desdicha


finalmente
terminas siendo
aquel a quien no 
conoces

Partiendo

Partiendo


escucho 
pero tú no pareces  
sino la voz de la existencia
del otro.

Breaking Away

Breaking Away


I listen
yet you don’t appear to be
anything
but the voice
of the other's existence. 

Poem up at RED FEZ

Poem up at RED FEZ

http://www.redfez.net/redfez/SubPage1.php?page=SubPoetry&ID=1232

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Maybe the Moon

Maybe the Moon


Difficult times, skip ropes 
and pigtails eroded in the breath
of a dog-face-afternoon.

Maybe the moon
will come closer
to whatever intelligent life

is left in our dwindling
universe and your wind
will blow in my direction

pure like the blood that runs
through the gates of heaven,
the deep color of clay.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Tanka # 51

 Tanka # 51


Definitions
let them slide
tragedy or miracle
skeptic or vulnerable  
love is caught in fear

On Friendship and Indiscretion

On Friendship and Indiscretion 
for Rey Smith





She steps aside and watches 
me struggle in silence as I cowered 
from expressing my concern.
The best I can do is talk 
about my own shortcomings: 
the impatience with hardship, 
the many interruptions 
in what almost seems 
like one sided conversations. 
Yet she already knows I am worried
about his safety. He crashed 
his car twice in the last month 
and the binges lasted longer
than the weekends.  I will have to move.
But she stands beside me 
silently praying I will not speak ill 
of my best friend.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Haiku string

broken
no time to fix the iron 
in your silence



the dogs barked
minutes later there was 
an earthquake

next week
I’ll wire the bottles
to the counter

Selfless





Selfless
This friendship lasted over 42 years
Rey Smith ~ may you rest in peace


She sleeps
with hummingbirds
in a grape tree
by the brook.
When she wakes,
she’ll dance weightless
through a sea of light
like a young bough
and softly flutter
her wings
on my earlobes
before she says
a prayer and 
returns to her
Lord.

Sunday, January 09, 2011

Salt

Salt


They dressed you in wind
to try and capture
what cannot be captured.
Then the oracles gave you
white lightning
so you could take on
the eaters of your navel,
horizontal men
with little, if any, air stream.
Your poetry spewed
into the epitaphs of ghosts
where chrome crosses
shone inward
and annatto phalluses
burned with salt.  

Saturday, January 08, 2011

No title # V

No title # V


for your benefit
oblivion and passion are cleft asunder

I slide down a drop
of pouring rain

exiled 
in a sip of water

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