Poetry

J

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beloved little j

a few words that i want

to say

you are the bravest in the world

my world and that of God’s

you don’t even really know who i am

you like all the stuff others like and you eat

just like them too

you like mathematics which i don’t

but we sound alike when we speak

you count and you obsess with time

and allocation

i count and obsess with dispensation

j when you go Home

can you put in any word for me

i don’t know how to help you

or to be of service

i feel you on my face

when the tears roll down my cheeks

i don’t know if you feel me on your palms

you are my little old man

so wise beyond all time

i am angry at your circumstance

but your aura is all love

nail

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the wind is beautiful soft blue

tonight the moon is quiet just a giggle in a hush

i wait and i call in my thoughts they are impetuous children

while my soul walks on sunset’s shores alone

the sewers carry my logic atop the roads i see the cliffs

down to the ocean gravity tolls a bell

where i wait in the dark for Venus to glow

where i feel your salty cold hands in a fast fading memory

in my imagination cherry tree in symphony

deep down in the last hope hands no longer clasped

of my heart i know not where or what to say

the trance broken by an old girl

starry are her purple eyes

she asks for a smoke

smiling i shrug my shoulders

she comforts me for not having the vice

little does she know

the habit of you  in my soul

inhibits my mind

forever

broker

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the jasmine breeze floats

                 through your presence

i see your eyes looking at me

               with uncertainty the electricity is dry

                              the crispness of your laugh pulsates at 3 seconds per beat

                                        both of our demons stay in their corners where the beauty has her throne

  our every move from the lightest wink

            to the full blown hand holding  

in the far away universe of the ozone   gray smoke

              bitter smell of another neuron dead

                       we did not love one another

i loved your image

                   and thinking on it now

             you were a lost boy with a pretty smile and power

     i knew the how-to’s of the score to the billboard of the hottest games

                in town          you could only get the tickets

we slept in the bushes of the mansions on the hills

           it would be a shame for your grandma to see

me there         as time went by and i dropped

           out of that game     you didn’t look

for                     me  but found another broker

solo ella

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me puedes cerrar llenarme de bardas

encarcelar a mis hijos

los trópicos de virtud

me puedes prohibir libertad

robarme el aire

puedes envenenar mis lagos

asesinar mis volcanes

destruir mis montanas

derramar todos mis mares

aprisionar mis nubes y las estrellas también

negarme a los dioses y santos

quemar mis veredas negarme el campo

podrás apagar mi sol y la luna

abortar a mis milagros y todas mis flores

cierta mente puedes herirme y terminar

con mis hijos enyerbar mis ojos

cortar mis venas y explotar mis riquezas

podrás negarme los secretos celestiales

y un simple trago de agua

pero nunca vencerás el amor de una madre

só ela

você pode me fechar me encher de cercas

aprisionar meus filhos

os trópicos da virtude

você pode me banir da liberdade

roubar minha respiração

você pode envenenar meus lagos

mate meus vulcões

destruir minhas montanhas

derrame todos os meus mares

aprisionar minhas nuvens

e as estrelas também

negar-me aos deuses e santos

queima minhas trilhas me negam

o campo você pode desligar meu sol

o lua abortar meus milagres

e todas as minhas flores

certamente você pode me machucar

e terminar com meus filhos

meus olhos cortar minhas veias

e explorar minhas riquezas

você pode me negar os segredos celestiais

e uma simples bebida de água

mas você nunca vai conquistar

o amor de uma mãe

only her

you can close me off with fences

imprison my children

the tropics of virtue

you can ban me from freedom

steal my breath

you can poison my lakes

kill my volcanoes

destroy my mountains

spill all of my seas

imprison my clouds and the stars too

deny me the gods and saints

burn my trails

deny me the field

you can turn off my sun and the moon

abort my miracles and all of my flowers

certainly you can hurt me

and finish off my children

cut my eyes cut my veins and exploit my riches

you can deny me the heavenly secrets

and a simple drink of water

but you will never conquer the love of a mother

apostasia

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i love to see Your sunflowers against the purple skyline

Dodger Stadium is to the north and we can hear the tender laughter

then i think of what can happen if You ever got tired of us

the baby cries with hunger and the kings collect their gold

children toil in fields of garbage and the kings collect their gold

women die a thousand deaths of spirit and the soul and yet the kings the

kings collect their gold

the man full of life at dusk while en route to the dawn the poisons of the snakes have found him

i against i

                 i against Your image which is mine

You watch me eternally as i fight against i

the more i do the more i die the more they’re good the more they cry out for mercy

i’d love to see You in the smile of a baby in the streets of Babylon or at the wedding of a girl truly in love

can You smile at the old woman while the sound of the shot aiming at her

blows out

how about in the fevered cancered mind of the split livered alcoholic at the bottom of Bunker Hill

is there mercy in me knowing all the reasons that You hide

or do my resentments keep growing in my belly like a child

why do i have comfort and others do not

los soles no miran

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en tu fiebre duermes cada noche

reina de la orilla del mar

gritas y pateas a tus soldados

cuando te quieren llevar

a tu palacio en los altos de esta cuidad

tus mandos sin fuerza

tus joyas sin brillo

y tus zapatillas de seda

solo son heridas de la vida

Norma del Reino de Guadalajara

que haces en mi ciudad

perdida de noche

invisible en los días

la luna no brilla

los soles no miran

que tuyos serán los cielos

os sóis não vêem

na sua febre você dorme todas as noites

rainha da praia

você grita e chuta seus soldados

quando eles querem te levar

para o seu palácio nas alturas desta cidade

seus controles sem força

suas jóias maçantes

e seus chinelos de seda

eles são apenas feridas da vida

Norma do Reino de Guadalajara

o que você está fazendo na minha cidade

perdida à noite

invisível nos dias

a lua não brilha

os sóis não parecem

que vocês serão os céus

the suns don’t see

in your fever you sleep every night

queen of the seashore

you scream and kick at your soldiers

when they want to take you to your palace

on the heights of this city

your orders without power

your jewels dulled

and your silk slippers

they are only wounds of life

Norma of the Kingdom of Guadalajara

what are you doing in my city

lost at night

invisible during the days

the moon does not shine

the suns do not see

that you will inherit the heavens

a polvo regreso

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yo se que será el último beso

que juegas conmigo como juegan la lotería

entiendo que solo soy una muñeca fea

pero de algo te sirvo tal vez

con las cicatrices que me he ganado

comprare respeto y felicidad yo sola puedo

y cuando veo que es tu llamada

no tengo fuerza de correr de ti

tus brazos me empujan a los cielos

tus ojos ruegan que quede en infiernos

tu cobardía destruirá mi espíritu y alma

viento triste y penitente me nombrara Camilla

a pó retornar

Eu sei que será o último beijo

que você joga comigo como eles jogam na loteria

Eu entendo que sou apenas uma boneca feia

mas eu estou servindo você talvez

com as cicatrizes que eu ganhei

Eu vou comprar respeito e felicidade eu sozinho posso

e quando eu vejo qual é o seu chamado

Eu não tenho forças para fugir de você

seus braços me empurram para o céu

seus olhos rezam para que esteja no inferno

sua covardia vai destruir meu espírito e alma

vento triste e penitente vai me chamar de Camilla

to the dust i return

i know it will be the last kiss

that you play with me like they play the lottery

i understand that i’m just an ugly doll

but maybe i’m serving you

with the scars that i have earned

i will buy respect and happiness i alone can

and when see that it’s your call

i have no strength to run from you

your arms push me to the heavens

your eyes beg that i stay in hell

your cowardice will destroy my spirit and soul

sad and penitent wind will name me Camilla

-para John Fante com admiração

John

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along the holy water hole

we stand and ponder leaving Baal

it cannot not be that simple

just a dunk in the pond

we stand and ponder leaving Baal

anointed in the river wave

anointed by eternal flame

re-birth as we kneel

pondering about leaving Baal

and then the Son comes to show us how

through shaky fingers you delivered, John

the One we left Baal for

welcome Charles Bronson

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the Orpheum was the place

to be on Saturday afternoons

with the heat and the stale buttered vapors

seats made of coils some stuffing and velvet

were a dollar 25 each for a matinee with Bruce Lee

dragons and fists delayed come backs and flying weapons

id sit in the dark tootsie rolls melting in my palms

waiting for my Da to bet on his horses

and roll with one of his Misses

during intermission id turn my head round

and was quickly turned to stone by the shine

of the projector and then the lights would

kneel down and welcome Charles Bronson

with the guns and the cars and the wishes

once upon a time

unlike Joanie and Chachi

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the side of your salty neck

was black with my eyeliner

your purple nails tore at my back

while i tried to pull down my pants

you had insisted on wearing your dad’s kilt

to a Circle Jerks recital

and with breathless whispers we gave up

i pulled up and you pulled down

but as a consolation prize

you let me grope your jockey ass

as the first riff of

“I just want some skank” started