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.

Friday, September 11, 2009


Ode to Wayne Rooney
by Yago S. Cura

Maybe, Rooney’s a wallop physicist
with poppy-seed eyes, Captain England
inside the cavernous gun range.

Perhaps, Rooney’s a shy statistician,
a shylock prawn, a litigant against the Sun
for libel and defamation, an adolescent-plated
street arab with size-up on the mind.

I think we can all agree, Rooney’s a carnivore,
the stevedore of an Integrated Torque Cannon,
occupant of a Man U oxygen tank, and
harnesses a Howitzer caliber despite
his metatarsals.

My man Rooney marquise the poise
of a druid transmitting Control Totem:

An amplitude of control past
mere absorption of the balón.

Rooney’s repertoire includes chipping it
over goalies’ heads when they forget themselves
in relation to the skirmish in play,

And lambasting a barrel-down, zero-tolerance
policy against whomever stands in the arco
the transcept, the pulpit and the lintel.

He plays like an ambitious intern
at the Patent Office where plans for
a Goalie Death Ray are discussed
by querulous agents.

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