Woman Del Callao
Loving you is like feeling the pleasure in my blood
Tiene mucho hot
Tiene mucho tempo
She has mucho down
This woman del callao
Carribbean thick
Latin American Round
Rumba in the blood
Can I have a liitle of your calypso?
He asked
Dance for me woman
“I don’t speak Inglesh…but can you show me how”
Oh woman
Tiene mucho hot
I don’t think
I can keep up
“Don’t worry papi…mira my hips”
Waltzed on a sunset
She girated
With each step
Exhaled her mamey breath
Mango juice poured down her back
Y tiene mucho tempo
When we turned
I snuck a few licks
My woman del callao
I wish I could stay loving your coconut scent
Dancing in this paradise
Everytime
Ay ya yai
Ay ya yai
Her salsa eyes glared at me
“yu sweet man”
The song ended
Dark Matter
I set out to see if I could listen to the tree in the woods
But I was not there
I think I heard it in my dreams
It spoke to me in Swahili
It said
Beware
I woke up inside a dream
The tree was my grandfather
Run
He said
I woke up next to HIM
I understood
It exists without existing
We cannot see it
For empty space
Must still be measured
In matter
If I forget
Did it never happen
I have blocked out
Thirteen years of my childhood
Was I ever a child?
If I forget his eyes
Was he an imagination?
I see you standing before me
You say my name
I do not remember you
Without a picture
It never happened
Alter Me
1st Life:
Born-birth
Or rather died
Fed crack through tit
Finger licking good
Heroine in semen shots
2nd Life:
You’re beautiful can I lick you?
Mama killing invisible flies in corner
My Ken doll hit Barbie
Barbie jerked him off to make him stop
I liked red balloons
3rd Life
Billy I give good head
Tell me, tell me I'm beautiful
You sick fuck you came on my new dress
Don't ask me about love
That only exists in nectar and diamonds
I don't remember anything from yesterday
I'm here now let's screw
Lizzy was my 1st …
Said she was in-love with me
Stupid girl
I'm no older
But I know
Saw my mama's head fly across the room
He said it was an accident
Freedom comes in many ways
4th Life:
wasn't going stay with sticky grandpa
Flew
Melon sunsets
Dewey roses line the path
Pink colored poppers
Dilute the past
City life
Bigger idiots
Easier targets
What a suck and a smile won't buy
City dicks, country, suburban
Same
This city is run on cum
I the master
Close eyes
Fields with smurfs and popples
Apt keys, car seats, dinner out, penis in, cashmere sweaters, licking turfs, hand rings, hand jobs
grade A material
Seeked after
Too young to understand
Closet corner
Sleep
For comfort
For peace
Memories
in pajamas looking through crack
Mama’s blood splattered
tasted the salt
salty fries on a winter day
this old man reeks of vinegar and balls
no hair on his body except his ears
says he loves me
stupid man
isn’t he old enough to know
love is the perfect orgasm
he wants to take me to…
pill kicked in
best five minutes of his life
gave me a necklace
said please don’t go
He was my 2nd
necklace paid for six months of rent
and hallucinations
5th Life
Can’t remember
6th Life
Woke up tied to a refrigerator
Hair filled with pistachio ice cream
Don’t even like ice cream
Grabbed butter knife
Running down stairs, streets, smells
7th Life
Lucky seven
Father out on parole
Says he’s sorry
Don’t know how he found me
Changed my number
The little old fairy came and told me to dance and I did in the park in the sun, on the train on their laps, in the book on the lyrics
8th Life
Trip to mom’s grave
Rehab for the emotions
8 years old all over again
Left immediately
Back to city tricking
High end loving
If you can’t find it
Pay for it
Mixed gumbo inside
Stirring up the dead
Me
Aqua velvet turned puke green
Sexed it out
First time I cried
Entered clinic
-------------------To be continued-------------------------------
Poetry, by Yani Perez