Flor de Caña mapacho spliffs
for breakfast
on the way to Managua
three days
without CB1 antagonization
outside of Masaya on a small papaya farm
mutts with dangling udders
tied to palm trees smoke
rising from a volcano a little puppy
appears a tarantula walks by
The Great Gatsby
in the little green honda
dish out cordobas
treble techno taxi
smell of burning trash
everywhere zoombeep the chicken bus
you played
with your astral hoop taking
long exposure shots of the light
patterns thinking I was in
love wondering if we were
really just I
didn’t sleep
’til we passed thru Granada
the oldest city in the Americas
skeptical as a blown up hospital
or a crater lake gone dormant
for a swim a silver married Aerostar
wandering the streets for Toña at 3am
¿Puedo comprar una cerveza?
…¿Que? Toña
Ohhhhhh… gracias
Sólo… necesito veinte cordobas
all gated up wasted bodies littered the street
Sólo necesito
veinte cordobas
No tengo, no tengo
(fireworks every thirty minutes all night)
Trout said it wasn’t the cactus
I was looking for
Weefee San Juan Del Sur
volcanic earthquakes
at the bar
the power goes out
every other hour
a Jesus and Mary parade assembles
a Jamaican with a levamisole handshake
mirths gold teeth
Landcruiser pothole buzzhands ring
in the howler monkey’s
jungle their howls in the blue morning
heard for misty miles swaying in the windy
trees going for a walk down
to Playa Mathilda two girls
with red eyes on the beach
making necklaces
You got any weed?
grinning, large…
dat lean mean meme ma-sheen
this is amazing 💟💟💟
had to re-read it was so good 💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻
You totally just name checked levamisole… Lol
2-ma and so it goes.
Very atmospheric! Sounds like an interesting adventure.
I loved how this was sort of difficult to read–it made me look back and read it again!
Energetic, exciting, traveling images… Nice!
This is one of the best poems I’ve read this week. Oh, goodness… (fights to contain myself)
Very down-to-earth and interesting. Great imagery. I like the interspersing of Spanish phrases–they make a nice contrast with English. I wonder if “No tango, no tango” (“tango” is music from Argentina), should be “No tengo, no tengo” (“I don’t have any.”)
You’re absolutely right thank you! Shows how good my Spanish is! I wouldn’t be surprised if I was pronouncing it tango at the time too—I have vague memories of my ex telling me the difference a few times—
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This poem creates such a vivid sense of place. I really love it. I think mixing languages in poetry is an interesting concept but it’s hard to pull off – I think you’ve done well. You’ve got me wanting to start writing poetry again, so thanks! 🙂
I agree with what someone said above, it is energetic and captures the context so well I will have to read it over again!
Ohhh, beautiful! Loved the rawness of this piece.
-Dajena 🙂
Very intense! Loving your experimental structures 🙂 Thanks for stopping by and liking my poetry too xo
Again, wow. I am taking notes on your form. You have a great ability in not only in being present and in tune with your surroundings, but also you have a great capacity in writing your observations, and really your inspiration and awe, on paper. You turn the ordinary into extraordinary and that deserves to be said on your behalf. Thank you for sharing.
Wow this is amazing
Merories, speaks
as i read your poem, it sent me way back in a split of eye-blink to childhood, into the 70ies, then recolled, Flore do Brasil, Brasilinas, and Camelia Sport, just few, those where the name of cigarettes packs, sold in these era, in Algiers, Algeria, my father owned a tabaconist stand, in Hydra a small city on the heights of algiers. There were more than a100 names of brands from contries all around the world, and bottles of perfumes of reknown marks, garnishing the shelwes of the bookstand store, the aroma, subtle scents, emplifyied theair in room, so that, sometimes i was dreamimg of far horizons, how the world shrunk into a pocket smartphone website and then hystory catches up on you now,as i am reading your post.
beautifull poem, thanks for sharing
No, I don’t have any but I’m wishing I did. I stopped years ago. I’m 61 and it only put me to sleep. But it’s 6:30 AM and I’m awake -still. In pain. That sucks. Maybe it would help. So I’ve been reading. Saw your blog. I’ve been reading quite a few pieces. Made me think and took my mind off pain. So thank you for words. Maybe I can sleep now.