Sunday, February 25, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Lavish a throat. Leer. Punctuate each breath.
A bead. A bed. Twitters, twilight—
On good days, watch me
Bombard wishes with wily babas—
See, I inflict said incandescent cut atop the lip;
Split at the vortex of knuckle;
That all things pop apart, all things
Splintery bone; carcass of a telephone
I, like blackberry paste and birdish haste,
can hear a veterano’s soul crack
Beneath the fluorescence, jangle, jangle
of a thousand shanks:
oh, Mysteries, oh, Faith—and Years of keys
And keys and keys
and keys that don’t wield but the bonds of
Involuntarily quoting arthropods and guerreros—
Ey, you ever watch 2 vatos hold it down?
Naw. Not in years, he said.
Weight of carne, weight of flanks.
You remind me of this one vato I used to know.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Dominoes and rose petals galore!
The persistence of a blade.
A table astray, dishes mesmerize
A mechanical spirit, audible, audible,
Reminiscing peppermint saliva;
Astute, and all these capsules,
All these culprits;
Oh, Ms. Tilman,
Oh, static and sanctum!
All these yelps.
The Clout of gauze and mazes,
Hardly, hardly what I’m accustomed to:
A monster, a virtue, a smoking mirror.
I’ve blessed the Dead amid this fuselage.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Smirk, Sly Arroyo (And Eels, Too, Kneel)
I carry the village in tattoos across my arms.
--Luis J. Rodriguez
On this sleeve,
On this, the eve of 11—
On the battalion of scalps and scapegoats, I
Devour a namesake, hoard scraps, these
Chucks, estirantes, mi tapa that once
A whisper zigzagged the moon, disguises the skies,
And I’m marooned, doomed, I
Loom, a cirrus pantheon,
Smirk, sly arroyo, so coarse so coaxed:
That Tuesday Circus
Encircles my girth, all my worth
Propounds what one envelope divulges that day
Si fue tu, guey. All of it there—
Jetsam, scrape, los payasitos
lithe as eels.