Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

down in the groove I wear a ball and chain . . . live on the street by a hurricane breeze

he left me begging for the thing most men have below their belts . . . looking out the window, skywriting  

http://www.baquiana.com/Numero_LXXXV_LXXXVI/S_Po%C3%A9tica_V.htm#Sergio_Ortíz LLEGAR CON LUZ hilando fino y sin planear, soltando amarras, que los ardores de este cuerpo me devoren, allá yo, allá voy, allá… Empezando a darme cuenta que no siento nada al escuchar tu nombre pasearse como un reptil sin cola por mi diáfana mañana. Eres despojo de infancias, el intermedio arbitrario de un pasado cauterizado con la luz del vientre de mi madre. SAL Caes más allá de tu savia como un pálido recuerdo trocado en blasfemia de lágrimas. Y en ti mi corazón es un círculo de fuego que se torna en sal oscura sobre tus playas. Y soy naufrago de sombras, sueños confusos que guardan el recuerdo silencioso del agua. AMANECIDA Qué escuchas me pregunto. Has colmado de raíces mis espacios, urdiendo, exhalando la melodía de mi hambre, urdiendo, exhalando la sed de mi piel. Yo busco mi propia habitación en este ...

http://thegiantgilamonsters.com/abramelin/ Orpheus’s Death when I wrote of men folding in their tight skins like an apple— apples swelling inside me— it was a mask when I wrote of a god standing near the window dancing— it was a mask there are no apples filling my hunger, no god folding in his skin, there is only the memory of my self torn at birth by my own music

the concert room forged inside my brain  hammers a prelude of its own . . . tree ferns frame the ocean view

alone in the moonlight a woman rakes in the shallows. . . her silence filled with wailing terns

the flowers of the city are death like at times. . . sorrow stems from a song full of silence, Soledad

Lyrics to Soledad  : Soledad, Fue una noche sin estrellas, Cuando al irte me dejaste, Tanta pena y tanto mal. Soledad, Desde el dia en que te fuiste En el prubelo solo existe Un silencio conventual Soledad, Los arrollos estan secos, Y en las calles hay mil ecos, Que te gritan sin cesar. Soledad, Vuelve ya, A quitar con tus canciones, Para siempre los crispones, Que ensordecen mi solar. Soledad, Vuelve ya, A quitar con tus canciones, Para siempre los crispones, Que ensordecen mi colar. Soledad, Vuelve ya, Vuelve ya, Mi Soledad.

Becoming Visible - Tanka sequence go home slow-healing wounds. . .  like fog floating over the city, let me come apart in the wind a touch of a jay about him, my husband— flying in and out of our bedroom always giving parties to cover the silence, always a leaf quivering in the rush of air what could I give him, but the threat of my extinction

dolls  walking in the grove  of success  absent of mind, dreaming  beauty is enough

A Distant Planet "and there, beside The thundering waterfall of his heart, I rubbed my eyes and thought, “I’m lost."”                                                 Rafael Campo I said, it's like lifting a cello out of its case — "but what do I know of love's lonely offices"* he said, I'm Positive, so I chanted the painted shaman's sweaty curse I'd look inside his throat to see the misery of the world, he'd spot his cock and think of sin ~~~~ * Robert Hayden

my childhood is buried in this body— a flock of whispers a sheaf of pleasant voices

I am the river that flows past a city . . . the soft moaning song of a child, a belonging

certain losses  are irreparable— hard seeds  in a field made fallow  by a fire someone set long ago

secret hideaways of love birds covet the seeds of the honey locust— I let him lay me down on the cold, bitter ground he pressed against me, cock on cock— I believed we were all beautiful, at least once I'm done with the malicious idea of what's eternal— it’s easy for me to look back at what’s destroyed