Careful, inhabitant of the planet
there is a berimbao with your name on it,
thwapping in space, Sirening one to don
karate whites and dance hand-to-hand.
The planet, she, smells like a sweat pylon.
She exerts motherlode through stitching footwork.
They feed her roda and ignite her podiatry elan.
Inhabitant: assume your fighting stance!
Straddle the bull of your on guard!
Sporatic the prowl and time your headlongs!
Prohibit pardners from heaving their rancor!
Tell them, more like giant balsa, something untopheavy.
You want to fall cat-like so forego bipedal compass, seriously
it will get you riled up to dance on sugarcane in the aguardiente steppes
but the planet will be spying and counting down your trident smile.
A Spanglish blog dedicated to the works, ruminations, and mongrel pyrotechnics of Yago S. Cura, an Argentine-American poet, translator, publisher & futbol cretin. Yago publishes Hinchas de Poesia, an online literary journal, & is the sole proprietor of Hinchas Press.