Thursday, January 26, 2006

100 Meters

It seems rotten
the way you grab a notebook
write into it then get another.
somehow you never finish

what's funny is your determination
a marathon runner giving it all on the first hundred meters
as if time would go back to the previous race
15 minutes ago
you'd come in first, yes...

but lets face it
no one is judging
there's not a single eye on the hundred meter mark
you have to face it, kid
nobody gets a prize
and nobody ever gets to win.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Duarte

Chofer déjeme aqui, con ese lenguemime no me va asutá, que no le vua da na o se para o me jondeo, la que ta condená e la inteligencia suya. Me toy asando coño, que ya yo no aguanto eta vaina. Uté sabe lo quejeso media hora eperando pa que ete maldito animal no se quiera pará y amenazando a uno dique poque uno no le quiere pagá poque ta metío en el infierno ete con un bajo a ga que se te salen lo miao y ete mojón na de parase y yo loco por apeame y el vidrio que ni manigueta con un graserío como si le hubieran untao un picapollo, que no se ve ni pa fuera. Coje tapón ahi, vayan saliendo de aquel lao que me quedo. Coñaso coja su maldito cuarto miserioso y salga a abrí la maldita puerta... seguro e niño...seguro e niño, y utede barsa e borrego que ni se quejan ni na no son ma que una partía de turita en su propia esitencia. Andan con la esitencia arremangá pa no ensuciase la culpa. Sigan vociando ahí que le vua mandá do pedrá como do flore:
Fua, coño, fua.

Horses

I saw two sleeping horses
lying beside each other
mother and son
her neck caressed his
wind on the soft green grass
she raised to a brushing sound
the small deep wound
on his still white neck
looked like a rose to me.

I'm Cummings

tail lights
brake
rear
flood
ninety
view
one hundred
wheel
cra-
(death)
shh

Dear Lady:

The less you speak in this solemn night
the more i'd be willing to caress your idiocy.

Poema

Down in the fall of winter
I found an inscription
that read:
"Do not disturb the rabbits
as they are sleeping
and copulating above."