20.4.18

Carácter de la Muerte

--
'La muerte a veces es tan estúpida.'
                                                              --G. Rodríguez Martinó
no, Graciela, no, la muerte al contrario
no es sino soberanamente astuta para sus caprichos
aunque cobarde con el miedo nuestro de cada día:
espejo brujo que refleja tembloroso
el riesgo expuesto de nuestra más auténtica pasión
al exceder ciegamente cualquier cálculo

la muerte sabe bien de quién alimentarse

por eso los mejores, los generosos que nos brindan
su propio anti-sistema de hacer tripas corazón
--cuan vertiginoso y fragilmente improvisado--
nos son arrebatados prematuramente:
porque de esa valentía cotidiana, sin aspavientos
es de la cuál se ceba y hace banquete la pelona
tapando un poco nuestras inseguridades con las suyas

por eso tiranos y torturadores mueren
con escalofriante frecuencia en su lecho--
¡hay que darles el máximo de oportunidades
en una larga vida para el desgaste de la miseria!
aparte, ¿cómo meterle el diente a esos corazones
de piedra, cuando los hay tan tiernos
como el de nuestro querido Elizardo inigualable?
--

30.12.17

Juracán Solstice

--
cycles of renewal & rebirth
are thin on the ground
down a one-way street

life is but a single ticket
no turning back, no returns
no refunds, no claims honored

on an axe laid down & rusted
your fine chops go to seed
as tick-tock nagging picks up speed

a song that's never shared
never sung & never heard
erases all that's left of me
--

8.3.17

Two Cohens in the Fountain

--
So much less than my own sick dream
sails on past love's longing scream

no skin but the weather
no season but dark
(the comforts of money
are strewn in the park)
the books are all mothballed
the pictures curled brown
filling the boxes, hiding the crown
for unfinished work
that burdens me down

stale off the shelf or flown
off the rack
my life in dank storage
straining to look back
on clouds' illusions blown apart

another breath, another day
another doubt will never pay
--

"It's Only a Paper Moon" The Nat King Cole Trio

First Paper Orbit

--
  '--well it's only a paper moon
   sailing over a painted sea
   but it wouldn't be make-believe...' 


paper high on paper stuffing

the paper link 'tween paper seasons

paper cuts in the paper route

thru paper pleading for a paper thrill

while a foaming bloom
of torn paper kisses
ends in a crumpled cuddle
off the kneeling curb

nothing but scribbled
burnt paper offerings
on fire, ashes scattered
to the wind
--

One Cohen in the Box

--
I'm so much less
than one sick dream
and yet sail on
past love's long scream

unfinished work
burdens me down
filling the boxes
hiding the crown

another breath
another day
another question
will never pay
--

12.9.16

Orlando Furioso, 2016

--
dentro del sellado armario
la sangre ahogó tu reflejo

pintalabios cantagallo
de oscura madrugada
que lustra la mínima esquirla
del turbio espejo astillado
con el carmín que negaba 
tres veces su fuente oculta

ay tu podrida hombría
de amargo desamor armada

ay tu ritual borbotón
de hueco pecho rasgado

ay tu violenta fe 
que insiste un vacío vengado
--

Second-hand Lives

--
Anger & resentment will
fuel my aging frame's limping skill

Forever Young shades embrace
my doubting Thomas in rage, rage
against the goodnight light

I will rant & rave over the slope
where Guy Debord slowly dug
his sodden grave

I may fall down sober on the cot
where Walter Benjamin
took his forceful swift poison

I will thrive where I arrive--
Nowhere Man
scattered to the winds
where the sky burns in welcome
--

11.8.16

Perseid Logic

--
trees we hug beyond
reaching species, speech & screens
loom past edge of sleepless night

to engulf us in shadow
(nothing more)
outlined by limit lights

winking their Summer climb
to signal dome-deluded
infinity receding

while waning lust bounces
in festive yearning:
star & firefly, each or both

--