Saturday, June 4, 2011
I a Boricua Versus Naipul: These are Nobles?
Naipul Twin towers Litmacho Sequence
And in that combination of evil
Which only a Litmacho would further
So stalk his Wealth and Fame on uncivil,
incredible, untranscendent, impure
art literal dalliance Misogyny
Blistering against Heads, Eyes, and Love
Noble Prize Jackal selects his next Neck
and with it arrives just before Dawn Come
inserting stones, soda caps, what is Best
to ensure their Male Dominant ART
These are Heroes who Trip the Ballast : DEATH
don’t we have so much SPACE and TIME Chaucer
himself joins up with us Maypole Dancer.
PART II. ()Puerto Rican Writers and Wrighters and Righters and Riders
I remember Jack slugging it NY
Bit by bit back to an Island: Iron
With which his Style Seared Finely Wrought Ores
Wrestled and Lost Lost Wrestled…Riqueños…
What were you to me Odilia? Tommy
And Dr. Lisa, but each a Clear Stone
Of Thought, a droplet of your Isla Mine
If it is an Island and I Autist
Turned to Slant at another Latitude,
I mistake myself for One of You, Why?
Why would I deny I wish were Boricua?
If that’s where a Mulata who lacks Rhyme
Would most Pursue her Models in Gusto
Williamettes, Williamsburg, and my William
Carlos Williams, BernardoPomona, Victor R.
And my Maestra who gave me her Honor:
(and whose name I will instead spell to Her,
Privately) Alphabetically Yours, I
A Sappho made with your O and ReSpelled
Flew to the Island that Grows within Us,
Death : Only Death can take it from me…. THEN
I am reborn in a Song One of Love
For what Else and who Elsie writes this Song?
And NOT to the One Touted on High. These
Are Heroes? And those are Nobles?
I take to my Anonymity FORCED
And FORCED again until Zero Remained
An Oracle….Perhaps that’s why I fore
Saw I would be Oppressed and yet Denied
I denied that I too was Vendida
But at least though it is true that I WAS
A NEVER-Become not A HAS-BEEN
I decided at the age of 18
That Literature was owned by Men, English
English…this is where I could get it Straight.
Starting at ZERO, I become a TEN.
With her O and without it I’m worthless
Either way Life has no Value…..Or DO
It? That’s what we’re here about, medicines
Off Doctor Williams or their Betrayals
Beats? Go on and Become Rock Stars go ON
What does it matter to a Stonewall Fire?
That sears with its own Oils and Scents. SINGED
The Fire of Prometheus contained
in EPImetheus….Fused without Quests
BECAME a Union of Twins….Pandora:
Pandora? Open IT WIDE WIDER THAN
THAT. A preview of HOPE Renewed in TIME
For Love my Lady Santos Rivera
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.