Walk the violent Sun
Walk in the violent
Into the database,
kick up some dust.
Work your toes
into wet sand, lie down for a while ants
and biting insects
under cover. Let the dark night bring you peace.
Star will sing
you to sleep.
safe for now, until your predatory history
Curled in the
high grass begins stretching at drawn, until you
hear it coughing
like a jaguar after restless sleep; a big cat coughing
Soon enough you
To drop down
at the sound.
menace your eyes will wire themselves
to the forces
pounding inside your ribcage.
Fear is your
truth, traveler, the sun your enraged but generous
Mother who keeps
her distance for you sake,
That you might
and. oh yes,
love on the path twisting
towards our survival
Imagined I was dreaming!
Awoke.........Startled,..... a deeply disturbed self;
Drifted back to sleep, Fantacized
Dali had a nightmare;
Went through an enclosure
A suffocating, .........
With no squiggle space
Was it a .....meat grinding clockwork?
Had liquid time .....forgotten
Dali existed? Fell from a height From
laid waste. This was
He stumbled down, not from above but from
Into a picture he could not recognize;
Had that spirit he had captured
In turn .........strangled him?
Dali had a fall; was this absinthian?
Perhaps just Absent
Rennon nace en
La Ciudad de Los Angeles (California) Estudio teatro en la UCLA. Participo en las peliculas Chance of Habit (Elvis
Presley) y Red Sky at morning (Clair Bleon) entre otras. Desde hace 10 años reside en el particular barrio de Tenderloin, San Francisco. Sus escritos aparecen en la Antologias
Poéticas POEMS FROM THE LAND OF THE DEAD, an Anthology of Creative Writing and Visual Arts, en 5 MINUTES IN THE TENDERLOIN,
an Anthology of Words and Art from the Tenderloin y en TRACKS, Leavenworth Street anthology, Central City Writers’ workshop.
O D Ludyeh
kid artists mark
Fairmount School’s playground
With chalk sticks, rainbow spectrum
Hola Leonardo, Jesus, Sandra
Earth,Mars Neptune, Pluto
Building on stilts, wears red shoes
Hop scotch diagram
sealed to the asphalt
Jungle gym playhouse
bright and new
Arena for rollicking
Teachers in turn attend
to their work beat watch.
Poeta del area de la Bahia de San Francisco....
On turk street
Charles Curtis Balckwell
So we ran up Turk Street, and so serious
past 5th Avenue where the Ancient
Aztec ghost roam
Just before arriving with aspirins
Mental anxiety had become home, tension
in my temples of worship
The ocean waved at us
I could hear it sloshing for miles away, his trumpet to love
became full of spite
The long bus ride down Geary street caused sequins
to exit the city the same as Cousin Henry
Over on Skid Row, where shopping carts
stay greased and ready for travel
Being clean in anticipation of coins
falling, we begged hard
Alone, an ex-boxer sent a query letter suggesting
revenge, in the ring of course,
Now in the shadows of love
Coins falling from holes in my pockets
She left me weeping at the moon
instead of our monful regrets
of not enough money to sleep.
Juan Carlos Vasquez
I Tie and Untie myself
and count to three,
it is incomplete,
and an empty longing,
full of symbols that mean nothing
and I create heavenly memories
that soon demand of me,
cutting my time in half.
A heavy sleep arrives before
I wake up tired in the morning
and no one answers me to start again
as though it had a meaning,
I wake up, and do things routinely done
by those living,
just a pulse with no name
it looks like we are laid out
there are sounds that frighten.
While in the streets with my
the shadows of the night,
just looking at numbers
I feel sick and hurt all over.
Going up and going down
as children play in a slide
below there is death
pushing and shoving,
foaming at the mouth
they all cheer
below they are all gray,
there is no sun.
As I descend from the third floor,
it begins my coming together
to solid ground.
Tenderloin (San Francisco)
Juan Carlos Vasquez
nude crawling in a love parade,
the return of the ambulances
when I am close to a blissful high
long a lot for
to help me fall asleep
it is night,
six months have gone by
between incenses over graves,
and a celestial restlessness,
visions of jupiter compacted into pipes.
This face cannot be mine
the face of Sunday
If it wasn't noon
and had I something to do
these damn ambulance sirens
would not torment me
with their regrets.
How do I recover with punches
the street's quietness,
how do I destroy with an axe
the remembrances from my veins
without diving in a tub
there is a horrible smell of
yet so pathetic,
There are ideas of escape, and
if I had a dog his barking
would convince me but I have no dog,
only nights find I joy in contempt,
and instead of I protest
everything induce me
into a terrible and sorrowful laughter.
digital: Juan Carlos Vasquez
Juan Carlos Vásquez was born in Valencia, Venezuela
on December 20, 1972. He studied
Publicity and Customs Administration. As a narrator, Vasquez has published a short stories book entitled Pedazos
de Familia (2000)published by Estival Editions Maracay-Venezuela. Vasquez other works
were published in Ciclos
Valencia Association for the Bipolar Affliction in Valencia, Spain, in the Poetic Anthologies While Vivir Soñando
(2004) published by Poetic Studies Center of Madrid, Paseo en Versos (2005) published for passages
in the roof Df Mexico, Hemiparesias published by Viceralia Ediciones, Santiago de Chile (2006)
Currently, Vásquez is finishing a book of poems entitled Sangre and a story book La Caida
which deals with the contradictions which ends in the human experiential perspective. Vasquez has lived in St. Petersburg,
Tampa, Miami, FL, and New York. Since 2002, he lives in San Francisco, CA.
Vásquez has been a prominent contributor to the following
leading Poetry sites:
Verso Que Viene Siglo XXI.
El Rincon De La Poesia Y La Literatura.
Almiar (Margen Cero)
Al Margen Net.
Mundo Cultural Hispano.
AWARDS & HONORABLE MENTIONS
Lauded International Writer (2005) by Notisur USA
for Vásquez stories Ataques de Lucidez Y El Tejado
Perspectiva de un Gato).
Recognitions in El Premio Nosside(2005) in Calabria Italy.
Member El Hueco Cultural Association (2001) in Miami.
Member Spanic Attack Cultural
Organitation (2004) in New York.