Guanabo
(Una profecia)
The morning cocks and dogs
decorate the future of the world
as if known
soft as lace
on
the
worn hem of
the
Cuban child’s
doll. Here
@ the edge
of the tropical island
compassion
is currency
certain as the man
who answers YO!
to the
one
word
question: Ultimo?
Until
then morning
jugo de
mango
&
memories the color
of the sky
as it meets the sea
off la playa
de
Varadero.
2
OYE!
again
en el barrio
& the absence of
heard
rhythm replaced
by
innate
ritmo espiritual.
Vendors
w/ cacahuates in
paper cones
Yusimi eats like
it’s
her
last meal.
Smuggled sake
&
the
revelation of
dried plums
&
spit
f
l
y
i
n
g
propelled in the
plaza de
Parque
Central
by the
blood
filled passion
of
beisbol!
3
Porque la poesia une a las
personas, a pesar de la distancia.
90 miles
is
3 lifetimes
& cerveza
cristal &
handmade
bracelets of tobacco
given to
the
Thunderbeing
who animates
the memory
of the
July sky
over
90 miles
&
one cry
for Marisela!
animates
the once sleeping
perros
who mirror
the
mind
prisoners on each side
of the
S
t
r
a
i
t
s
.
4
90 miles
separates cocks
from Gusanos
&
SUV’s from
orange
white ’55 Bel Airs
propel
the museum
of survival.
90 miles
Romano aqui
con pollo
y ritmo
espiritual.
George alli
con
una intriga
sure to
go the way
of all
white
f
l
e
s
h
.
5
La Habana
is a lot
like
REALITY
only w/ more
swaying palms
who
reveal
one more naked
afternoon
breeze.
Embutido at
la Hotel
Inglaterra
& tennis
ball beisbol
in the
Varadero
sand
before paella
y
pina coladas con ron
& tears saved
for a
Grandmother’s
grave
& the taste
of
home
made
honey.
6
Imagine
you are
where
pitches can only
exist con una
p
e
l
o
t
a
& the iron in
the dirt
smoked
makes a
buzz
felt around the
world.
Imagine gravity
is a
spiritual rhythm
made of
haiku
and cigar smoke
hipsway
& bloodfire
and big
white clouds
who move
almost as fast
as a
Cubano
can
t
a l k.
7
The future – a memory
of a
vision
unvelied by
the smiling
antepasado
in a
dream
revealed
by the one
armed man
behind the
black/white mask.
El jardin botanico
con hierbas –
medicinal
y
pollos
y
perros
& an
idea realized
by watching
flight
of aves de
rapiñas.
YES books!
the scent
of jasmine,
goat cheese made
despues des
oraciones
of elders
who
whistle
Guantanamera
&
remember
to take
time to
breathe
& watch the deep blue
Sunday
afternoon
tropical sky.
8
Sky watching &
origami
crocodiles smiling
in una
pintura
Adigio
conjured
out of
Cuban mud
&
sweat
and resistance revealed
as
A
ritmo espiritual
con café
y
bananas
and a
dream world
made of roosters
&
sand
and three
dollar bicycle
taxi rides
con un
taxista
The mythic
awakens
in the
market
en la tarde
in
blue white
WAVES
like
where the
meets el mar.
9
Resistance in
in
the mud
& the blood
filled
notion hoy
es una dia
bueno
para
morir.
Duende
in the rooster’s
song
in the hipsway
of the
negrita
en La Habana
vieja.
Duende
in
the old cars
& cigar smoke
wafts over
Pinar del
Duende
as a morning
cocktail
served by
Orishas
sweet as mojitos
en la Bodegita
del Medio
and the smoking
gun
ate
the rest
of Hemingway’s
pain.
10
Dreaming
in Cuban
now - perhaps
all the jugo
de mango
or the
rediscovery
of
café Cuban
con azucar.
Maybe the
stuff
of dreams was
planted
by una
mascara Africano
con raices
Cubanas.
Maybe the dream material
‘s made of
the canto
de
gallo o de
Esquela
de Lesbia.
SWIRL
and
somewhere there
is a granite floored
casa
East of the
need
to dominate
that smells
like a field
burning
or a
ritual to support
la poesia.
Somewhere the
air is filled
w/
dog barks & afternoon
showers & days
steeped en un
natural ritmo
espiritual.
10:21A – 3.2.05
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