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

--

15.6.16

Diestro Siniestro

--
zurdo de corazón si no de mano

zurdo de pie, de pensamiento
de cabeza zambullida de casco

zurdo de ruta y de metas
de rumbo al oriente y ocaso

zurdo de origen,  oculto misterio
y dirección donde clarea apenas
una llama
de mal albergada esperanza

zurdo de mi poca fe y herida
caridad
--

13.6.16

Inventory Hold

--
my ear to the ground machines
my eyes to my terminal decree
my thoughts in fugue
my ticker running out

my so-called life overtaken
hijacked & run aground
by my grudging family of birth
--