An aborted poem.

 

The hoary poet, in a stained pink shirt, sits in front of a cedar table with an empty cup of coffee. His hand presses hard a gold pen as if he were trying to extort a story from the small piece of metal, the sole remnant of better times. But the pen stays stoic and the words just don’t flow. The writer’s mind remains as empty as the white piece of paper where the unemployed poet was supposed to write a poem. A poem that James, an influential newspaper editor, an old comrade, had requested to his chum. Easy money James told his friend, not much, but it would pay for a few meals. After a couple of hours, the old man squiggles a few figures, stands up, storms out of the coffee shop, and throws the paper in a trash can. All his ideas are aborted at once, then, he eructs a nasty, expresso gas, his only creation of the whole morning, of the whole month.     

Domingo

 

Abnormal deaths

Abnormal deaths

A cowboy in Brazil, Joao, saw his maid dancing a samba, fell in a climax  and his testosterones boiled to 162 Fahrenheit degrees, he died toasted

An elderly Scottish woman was convicted of asphyxiating her grown up son with excessive and unjustified love

The exotic dancer Nucular is the only person who has passed away because of    an attack of dandruff

George, a convicted politician from Texas went down due to an attack of unmerited happiness

The Kalassi tribe in Africa became extinct when a beauty virus shaped people so beautiful that women refused to get pregnant for fear of loosing their gorgeousness

Rossel Watts auctioned his heart on E-Bay and was put to death by the winner who used the organ for his sick dog Dix

The televangelist Markuss expired in his yacht when God told him he saw him coaxing his flock on a Sunday morning and flying his jet in the afternoon 

A plumber who was working alone in a ranch house got his right foot trapped in a tub and was found dead nine days later by an illegal immigrant

Lyn, a poet and editor, missed a misspelled word. Mortified she read

avant-garde poems for three days in a row until she died of poetry intoxication

A lonely night of a lonely life

A lonely night of a lonely life

I let the light of the moon in

         as my lone companion

but a March cold embraces my night

           and freezes my time. 

My house is barely small

but empty is too deep.

Only the storm knocks on my door

           but when I run to invite the wind in

                    it is gone.

I can hear a truck passing far away

                     while stagnant thoughts

                              pound my solitude. 

POEM

Children's demands

In the middle of the night

when everybody is sleeping

my son shouts for a cup of water.

An hour latter my daughter

wakes up to demand, crying,  

a midnight princes’ story.

After a full day, of a full week, of a full month

of a full life, working full-time

my whole body feels like a rag.

Juggling from picking cloths,

to inventing answers to questions about dinosaurs

my brain becomes a burning taco.

 

How is that my children demand in a day

more attention than I ever had

in my entire upbringing?

ES IRONICO

Es Ironico

Es irónico que la vida sea tan corta y pasemos mucho tiempo esperando,

Esperando por un evento, esperando por una carta, sanar, que llegue,

Que nos llamen, que terminen, que 

Lo único que no me gusta de la vida es que hay que vivirla.

Lo que no me gusta de la muerte es que no tiene remitente.

No se puede estar vivo y ser feliz al mismo tiempo.

Si estas enamorado, estas atarudago por el amor y te envidio. 

 

POEM

A lonely night of a lonely life

I let the light of the moon in

           as my lone companion

but a March cold embraces my night

           and freezes my time. 

My house is barely small

but empty is too deep.

Only the storm knocks on my door

           but when I run to invite the wind in

                    it is gone.

I can hear a truck passing far away

                     while stagnant thoughts

                              pound my solitude.