sábado, 5 de marzo de 2016

Snake

La serpiente sabe
tiene el camino marcado
para bajar por la tierra
húmeda de lluvias
que le dan su apariencia tan fértil

conoce los movimientos
que le evitan los roces
con los fuertes troncos
cual muralla improvisada
escondiendo el corazón de las tinieblas

no necesita del ruido
para guiarse
entre los ruidos de insectos
gigantes, hambrientos
de savia, aire y tiempo

la memoria muscular
la lleva sin demora
a la pequeña fuente
de agua fresca
donde nada el niño.

miércoles, 17 de febrero de 2016

The Clown




"Man, there was this clown, and he was a real happy guy, a real happy guy, he had all these greens and all these yellows and all these oranges bubbling around inside of him. And he had just one thing he wanted in this world, he just wanted to make people laugh, that’s all he wanted out of this world, he was a real happy guy

Let me tell you about this clown, he used to a raise a sweat every night out on the stage and just wouldn't stop, that’s how hard he worked. He was trying to make people laugh. He used to have this cute little gimmick where he had a seal follow him up and down a step-ladder, blowing Columbia Gem of the Ocean out on a B-flat scale Sears-Roebuck a model 1322 A plastic bugle, a real cute act, but they didn’t laugh, well you know, a few little things here and there, but not really, and he was booking out in all these tank towns, playing the rotary clubs, the Kiwanis clubs and the American legion hall; and he just wasn't making it, but he had all these wonderful things going on inside of him, all these greens and yellows and all these oranges, he was a real happy guy, and all he wanted to do was to make these people laugh, that’s all he wanted out of this world, to make people laugh, and then something began to grow, something that just wasn't good began growing inside of his head

You know, it’s a funny thing. Something began to trouble this clown, you know little things, little things once in a while would happen, that would make that crowd begin to move, but they were never the right things, like for example the time the seal got sick on the stage, all over the stage, the crowd just, just broke out, little things like that. And they weren't suppose to be in the act, and they weren't supposed to be funny. This began to trouble him, and it bothered him. And this little thing began to grow inside of him. And all those greens and all those oranges and all those yellows, they just weren't as bright as they used to be. And all he wanted to do was to make that crowd laugh, that’s all he wanted to do. There was this one night in Dubuque when he was playing at the rotary club. All these dentists, these druggists, all these postmen sitting around, and they were a real cold bunch, nothing was happening. He was leaving the stage when he stumbled over his ladder and fell flat on his face, just flat on his face. When he stands up and he’s got this bloody nose and he looks out at the crowd and that crowd is just rolling on the floor, he’s just knocked them flat out, this begins to trouble and even more. He begins to see something, he begins to see something

And right about here things began to change, but really change. Not the least of which our clown changes his act. He bought himself a set of football pads, a yellow helmet with red stripes, hired a girl who dropped a five pound sack of flour on his head every night, maybe twenty feet up. Oh man!, what a bit, that just broke them up every night, but not like Dubuque. And all those colors, all those yellows, all those reds, all those oranges, a lot of gray in there now a lot of blue. And all he wanted was to make this crowd laugh, that’s all he wanted out of this world. They were laughing alright, not like Dubuque, but they were laughing, And all the dough started coming in. He was playing the big towns. Chicago, Detroit, and then it was Pittsburgh one night. A real fine town Pittsburgh, you know. But three quarters way through his act, a rope broke, down came the backdrop, right on the back of the neck, and he went flat and something broke, this was it. It hurt way down deep inside, he tried to get up. He looked out at the audience, and man, you should’ve, you should’ve, you should’ve seen that crowd. They was rolling in the aisle. This was bigger than Dubuque. This was bigger than Dubuque. But this was the last one... this was the last one. He knew now. Man he really knew now. But it was too late and all he wanted was to make this crowd laugh, and they were laughing, but now he knew. That was the end of the clown. And you should have seen the bookings come in. Man his agent was on the phone for 24 hours. The Palladium, MCA, William Morris. But it was too late. He really knew now. He really knew. He really knew now. William Morris sends regrets."

martes, 4 de agosto de 2015

Then

Ya no uso algunas frases
de las que solian llenar el aire
ya no uso palabras grandes
dentro de las cuales hay un refugio
ya no llegan esos caminos de sombra
que alivian el ardor
ya no se distingue el horror delante
a través del llano horizonte
ya no calma con la fuerza del torrente
una efigie de piedra con mil dedos marcados
ya no se escapan miradas como ramas
ni placas sobre melenas de león
ya no se juntan los cristales en la orilla
conmoviendo espejos ajenos
ya no vienen la muerte y la sangre
el cobre y la roca
ya no regalo perlas ni ojos
caidos como arena de la luna.

Ahora
llegan palabras quedas
susurros de telas apagadas
la quietud de una imagen
vista cien veces
estudiada cien veces más
la figura de un brote
estirando los brazos bajo una sombra
que no se alcanza a distinguir
retoños de algodón
con pisar de nieve
la maqueta de una plaza
dentro de una plaza
escondida en la grieta
entre dos ladrillos de terracota
roja la arcilla entre los dedos
húmeda la tierra en los pies
el frio que trepa por la piel duele
pero su escarcha cierra
otro viento se avecina.

domingo, 12 de abril de 2015

Bug

Un insecto
habita debajo de la nuca
no todos lo tienen
pero es facil notar
las lineas azules que deja
al alimentarse

corre entre las lineas nerviosas
comiendo los pulsos eléctricos
que van del corazón al cerebro

hay peligro de paro
siempre que haya más de dos
ya que juntos
envuelven los sentidos con sus crias
que tapan los ojos con sus patas
los oidos con el raspar de antenas
el olfato con el perfume viejo
las manos con su crepitar
saliendo de la boca como un torrente
invisible y sólido
que no deja salir nada más

camina con el mismo ritmo
que el pulso del huesped
así que muchos
lo consideran amigo
lo alimentan bien
se preocupan por su sueño
y hasta le dedican
horas y horas de pensamiento
mi pequeña mascota
dicen
alimentate bien
no tomes frio
escondete bajo mis pupilas azules
para que no te pege el sol
dejame besar
tu coraza de alfileres

cuando todo esta oscuro
y lo unico que se escucha
es el murmullo de los recuerdos
algunos, osados
levantan al insecto entre sus manos
lo enredan con los brazos
calentando el poco amor que les queda
si la tierra no nos quiere
bichito mio
tendremos que usar nuestros pies.