Los zapaticos me aprietan
Las medias me dan calor . .
Vivir sabiendo que estas palabritas sullas
Corren como campanitas en mi antiguo corazon
Orgullo de ser Cubana en este gran calderon
Un poeta a caballo buscando la revolucion
Category Archives: Politics and Germs
Electing Germs
You the wine juggler
Hiding your ladies to lamp
Velveting their veins
Pouring pitchers of dismay
The comfortable change
Where color no longer congregates
Indulging the appropriate plumed air
The pardons that inherit
Fluffy clouds with emblems
Convincing cattle water without words
Weary words of public silence
Comfortless as salt
Guarding wallets and bank accounts
Guiding the thirsty dearest of prides
This poem lives
It lives where feet grow together
With toes well enough to diagnose
Permanently bulging foreheads to think with heart
United States of Home Depot
Woman walks into Home Depot
Precisely ironic as walking into bar
Clearly fanning comedies
Greeted by light saving bulbs
Fancy domesticated tools
God do I truly deserve this chastity
I just want paint to cover holes
Who cares about credit cards and APRs
Excuse my pout my chalking mug
Do I know nothing because I’m skirt
Cease debates hurry up it’s getting late
Darling it is cyan magentas not brain surgery
Don’t question my toned theory bless me and mix me go
Must admit that entering Home Depot give-yourself-an-ulcer-stores is exactly how I love spending my mornings.
Collossal amounts of questioning when all you politely want is paint. Mix it grind it. Just give me my paint.
Don’t ask me about my life or how many children I plan to have. Ovaries are exceptionally off topic. Rush and ask Limbaugh.
My liberal brain thanks you with feminine smiles.
Vainly Centralized
Since political ideology is viewed on a continuum.
Allow me to verbally illustrate ‘Voiceless’ an upcoming section that will be exhibited at the Dallas 2012 Art Expo. Long shot but my verse will seek a canvas and enter itself with hopes of being displayed. Photograph below has managed to congregate my theme.
Envision a symphony instead. . .
Communism
The knuckled taut
Unshaven masks
Forging cheer for the trembling throats
Who’s mouths once dripped
Who’s mouths once roared
Invading nostrils afraid to dilate
Cornered seeking parlor behind the sun
Where truth becomes power and the mighty wounds kneel
Prayer becomes the lighted flesh
Birthing sound
Provoking the human in a forever
Forever where a flags function is to simply orchestrate
