Thursday, May 12, 2016

Un Restriego Dos Restriegos

Los ríos corren y no saben de qué, tienen nombre y no conocen las lágrimas que los brotaron. 

Yo cabe una cueva y me dedique a llorar. 

Era tanto el bien que me hacía este ejercicio de estrujar, que se fue de mí la sal. 

Se fue de mi todo menos el olvido y su olor. 

Desde ese entonces le di cierre a mi alma y regale mi pellejo. 

Me marcaron huellas sin olor pero yo no les honre con un té quiero. 

Un restriego, dos restriegos y la soledad....


Monday, May 2, 2016

Part 31 Sex In My City

"We spent all the gold in King Solomon's mines on private club memberships and rope tying lessons at after dinner parties, held by the blue blood Cubans that jog the Biltmore golf course."

"Lizards that howl during the day and slither when the moon crests." 

"Poet all was done to appease the drudgery that drown marriages."

"It was our stab in the eye of statistics."

"It was us detesting the river that drown swimmers that end up on opposite banks."

"Poet as filthy as the ceiling fan I hung her from was, and as hot as the candle wax I oozed, drop after drop on her pink nipples might have been, it was all in the name of love."

"She was prey and I preyed on her flesh. Poet we role played our lips purple. And the storm troopers of infatuated lovers tried to breach us to no avail."

"Yet she let herself be hunted when I was her only hunter."

"Poet I'm sunk, there is no bottom for me."

"Lazaro everyone pays dues to be in love, the heart is meant to be broken."

"Poet she is the Lourdes girl this Miami Coral Park kid plucked from the night sky at sixteen and married at twenty."

"She is the only woman I've known."

"While we tricked she became a turncoat and swore her allegiance to a new guy who tied her and fucked her."

"The images poet they rob me of my sleep."  

"Images, what images Lazaro?"

To be continued.