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.

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

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

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

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

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 

Reward

Reward

You are locked up

motionless in sleep

I spend my time

watching your body

willing to awaken

you're present

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.  

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

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.

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.  

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. 

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

Mend

Mend

You straighten up

when you breathe

your hyperbola touches my climbing angle

the point

in a straight line into infinity

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 

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.  

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