ave desesperada
lentamente se arrastra
sobre el concreto
mal de nuestro tiempo
no se arrastra porque esté herida
ni está muerta
el agua está hirviendo a su lado
el peligro es tan grande
que lo ignora
no alcanza a verlo
mi sangre también hierve
¿por qué no nos tenemos miedo?
es el mal de nuestros días
la indiferencia
nos gana de momento
es sólo un mar de concreto
imán de todos los males
sitio idea para un fin
para un comienzo
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
fosas
big holes in the tanker
as it approaches us
spectators with sanitized brains
older smiles
and foreign languages
foot on the brake
large metal opening
in the middle of the street
laughter is in the background
music in the forefront
the wind blows the chairs away
the bathroom opens
and a face of pain enters
sprinkling blood on the floor
big holes in the tanker
as it approaches us
spectators with sanitized brains
older smiles
and foreign languages
foot on the brake
large metal opening
in the middle of the street
laughter is in the background
music in the forefront
the wind blows the chairs away
the bathroom opens
and a face of pain enters
sprinkling blood on the floor
Monday, October 25, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
symbols
2 symbols
are better than one
because silence speaks louder than words
it brakes time
making unstoppable pictures
it changes everything
every single moment
it creates life
it makes death
it oils the wheels of commerce
with the lubricant of innocence
it brakes your teeth
it manufactures wisdom
in the most unforgettable way
2 symbols
are better than one
because silence speaks louder than words
it brakes time
making unstoppable pictures
it changes everything
every single moment
it creates life
it makes death
it oils the wheels of commerce
with the lubricant of innocence
it brakes your teeth
it manufactures wisdom
in the most unforgettable way
Friday, October 15, 2010
black widow
i killed a spider
with the sole of my shoe
she was stricken
and my shoe was broken in
she climbing up the door
she the daughter
of the spider that bit me
i think i know where the mother is
poison is a cruel death
a crushing death might be too humane
a tiny black widow
inexperienced & traveling
on aluminum
that alone should have kill her
i killed a spider
with the sole of my shoe
she was stricken
and my shoe was broken in
she climbing up the door
she the daughter
of the spider that bit me
i think i know where the mother is
poison is a cruel death
a crushing death might be too humane
a tiny black widow
inexperienced & traveling
on aluminum
that alone should have kill her
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
she can hold your hand if you want to
the girl
walks eating the letters
on her blouse
listening to small imports
honking their compact horns
driving through red lights
stop signs that serve as her eyes
fish market glances
glazed finished stares
your wheel of fortune
is not fast enough
they better call the red cross
because when they lay there
on their blood
bearing the smell of liquid red
they will see a shimmer of light
reflecting on the whitest of teeth
between the lips
in the center of the smile
of the paramedic sitting
next to you
the van will move slowly
through the night
on wet streets
wailing your name
spitting it loudly
through its
public address system
the girl
walks eating the letters
on her blouse
listening to small imports
honking their compact horns
driving through red lights
stop signs that serve as her eyes
fish market glances
glazed finished stares
your wheel of fortune
is not fast enough
they better call the red cross
because when they lay there
on their blood
bearing the smell of liquid red
they will see a shimmer of light
reflecting on the whitest of teeth
between the lips
in the center of the smile
of the paramedic sitting
next to you
the van will move slowly
through the night
on wet streets
wailing your name
spitting it loudly
through its
public address system
Thursday, October 7, 2010
i write poems
los federales cruise
the same streets i do
they have a brand new car
new uniforms
government health care plan
paid vacation
confiscated lives
we drive under the same haven
tread on the same pavement
burn the same gas
look at the same stop signs
they write tickets
i write poems
they wear bulletproof vests
i write poems
they carry pistols
i write poems
they are incidental bureaucrats
i am an incidental poet
workers of wrath
i write poems
los federales cruise
the same streets i do
they have a brand new car
new uniforms
government health care plan
paid vacation
confiscated lives
we drive under the same haven
tread on the same pavement
burn the same gas
look at the same stop signs
they write tickets
i write poems
they wear bulletproof vests
i write poems
they carry pistols
i write poems
they are incidental bureaucrats
i am an incidental poet
workers of wrath
i write poems
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
cost
half your laughter seems like a good price
a fair price to indulge in
the cost to keep the machine moving
the parts screeching
the horns honking
the metal twisting
an orchestra of your defiance
playing so close to your ears
massaging your soul
with the music of your heart
patience is only for those
who want to remain alive
who want to keep breathing
smiling in the midst of
a pond of adversity
half your laughter seems like a good price
a fair price to indulge in
the cost to keep the machine moving
the parts screeching
the horns honking
the metal twisting
an orchestra of your defiance
playing so close to your ears
massaging your soul
with the music of your heart
patience is only for those
who want to remain alive
who want to keep breathing
smiling in the midst of
a pond of adversity
Monday, October 4, 2010
tongue
language sometimes
is only a tongue
nothing more
it is the way you move it
to bring some meaning
into the noise that it utters
there is something animalistic
about a moving tongue
tasting with it
feeling with it
wrestling with it
cow tongue
hiding inside a tortilla
under the cover of red salsa
bloody tongue
visited by angry fangs
bleeding red salt
painting pink gums
neighbors of crowns
of cavities made
by explosions of sugar
the greatest of all traitors
is the tongue
it betrays you
each and every time
language sometimes
is only a tongue
nothing more
it is the way you move it
to bring some meaning
into the noise that it utters
there is something animalistic
about a moving tongue
tasting with it
feeling with it
wrestling with it
cow tongue
hiding inside a tortilla
under the cover of red salsa
bloody tongue
visited by angry fangs
bleeding red salt
painting pink gums
neighbors of crowns
of cavities made
by explosions of sugar
the greatest of all traitors
is the tongue
it betrays you
each and every time
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
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