HINCHAS DE POESIA'S PUSHCART NOMINATIONS

F YOUR COMMUTER MODE

This is the sylvan cover of the missive that I sent my editor; I sent it to him as penance for being such a twat. Yes, you heard that right. I am a twat!



My editor hates it when I call him while I commute because I have to put him on speakerphone and truth be told it is lame of me to do this to him; it is not sweet to have to have a conversation with a person who has put you on speakerphone and has a protective case that inhibits productive conversation soundfields.

CALACAS Y SIDEKICKS DE B.

BLUE NINJA

REWRITE OF "GRAN NOPAL" FOR SATURDAY OCT 17 READING

Gran Nopal
--inspired by a painting by Raoul De la Sota with the same title


Mi nopalito stands before the Milky Way
barrel-chested, insolente en frente de los astros,
bien, bien en bloom, casi emplumado, adumbrated
past simple premonition.


Mi nopalito shadows astros disguised
as maniobras as we are mostly free-style animales
made stars with spines from our pads to our flanks,
stubby extremities and flippers.


Mi nopalito mucilaginous in texture, poised to inherit
purview procession of jaguars, monkeys, condors
effulgent ingénues clustered with the soot of la Via Láctea
garnered through eons of chest hectoring.

Mi nopalito, a pecho frio en las trincheras del tiempo y el espacio.
Mi nopalito, a blip in the gullet of a radar telescope, a signature
from a prickly species, super-resistant to algorithms in vogue.
Mi nopalito, campeon pedestre, rey super feo, spinosissima.