Showing posts from June, 2015

the long winding road tanka

the long winding road to equality— I have grown old waiting for the light to shine


A la cárcel deberían ir todos los responsables de la crisis económica en Puerto Rico, políticos y banqueros.  CARCEL!!! Analistas políticos de mierda tenemos en este país. Los que llevaron a este país a la bancarrota tienen nombre y apellido y ahora les quieren tirar la toalla.

if I were on the road to nowhere tanka

if I were on the road  to nowhere with you as my compass my poem  would be the thesaurus of ambiguous sorrows but I am only my footsteps and the best I can do is to lengthen the road with music 

1968 tanka

1968 Martin Luther King Jr. assassinated an April, or so, ago… Charleston church shooting

love note tanka

love note: I watch the fire boogaloo on your verses… you are the night that illumines my language

wordless night tanka

in a wordless night the wall does not dissolve-- one more harmless day I lie stuck in the middle of light, ready to vanish 

I wake up tanka

I wake up with her towering over me a touch of blood dripping from her mouth conscious of nothing

there are days tanka

there are days of sunshine and azure as well as dark ineffable  monsoons covering my skin

I’m over sixty tanka

I’m over sixty, the moon is the same but my body is tattooed with time… let me finish this spring painting

when I finally tanka

when I finally break the cage, rapture … on a broken night the more I fly the more I burn

the truth is tanka

the truth is I am better on my own… starting over another day under the smelting heat

I live hand to mouth tanka

I live hand to mouth knowing hope and history are inmates-- encircled by strings I dance on desert sands