Puerto Rican medley

(Zavala, Velez, Rivera, Torres, Pinero, Ambert,

Laviera, Agueros, Collado, Bercedoniz, Margenat,

De Burgos, Benitez, Morales, Vega)

by Roberto Lavidez

this poetry

is bored

with solitude

it wants

to chew

on winds

and fill

its periods

with rolls

of tobacco

leaves

while my

swiftly

speeding

pen

breathes

its last

farewell

and end

to my joys

slipping

away

just once

before

I die

I want to

climb up

on a

tenement

sky

to dream

my lungs

out till

I cry

then scatter

my ashes

thru the

Lower East

Side

what shall I

be called

when all

remains

of me

is a

memory

upon a rock

of a

deserted

isle?

I woke up

wandering

in outer

space

than living

in this

world

ocean eyes

followed

interacting

within

screaming

above

searching

underneath

I writhe

unrelenting

lust

howls at

my breast

with canticles

of desire

there is

nothing in

our souls

that is not

echo

there’s no

oblivion

in this

reiteration

that gives

breath to

our days

they’re

going to

judge me

in leisurely

analysis

the voice

of pledges

of rhetorical

affection

the body

of language

lies fully

stretched

out here:

its ambiguous

succulence

demands

I touch it

where none

and as all

others have

they’re

coming

though

you may

still think

not

the times

when ideas

spread

from spot

to spot

look at me

with your

pelagic

glance

when your

shore

changes

in my

murmurings

to think

alone

to think

as all the

gathered

forces of

creation

think

and so

alone

alone

my revolution

fits so well

sometimes

I don’t

know

I’m

wearing it

©robertolavidez2014