Dance dance dance,
I don't like this chance,
They play with no balance.
They enjoy,
Everyone with a boy,
And become as a toy.
Tightly And short cloth,
No respect toy both,
Up to twelve fourth.
They play with no torch,
Other steal their pouch,
Oh God! We can't reach.
If they come in force,
I play quito inhence,
Without looking their face.
If they remove their cash,
I answered in harsh,
Sitting until they finish.
Categories:
quito, 1st grade, celebration, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
Quito sing the song of my heart
between your mountain ranges
the air so light so high are you
I watch the lights at night's fall
Basilica Del Voto in all her
grandeur. Sweet Ecuador holds you so dear!
You were born upon the ruins
of an ancient Inca City
I lay my soul at your feet.
Sing to me my Andean Highlands!
Kiss me with your ancient lore
dust my lips so gently, I
close my eyes!
:: ~ ::
Categories:
quito, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
Write me Peruvian letters
as you let the coffee simmer
on the white washed burner
as you laugh like you would among friends
as you languidly
cross your brown leather shoes
which meld into the corduroy couch
Rio Piedras owns my taciturn feet
with its piss grey streets
about which I float
like a dirty napkin
waiting to be stuck
like a fish in a net
waiting to join
my egg shell heart
which forever feels the crunch
of its misdirection
I'm like a kite full of holes
or the trimmed ends of a rose
what I bear is not beautiful
and even so, it's all I have
it's all I am...
the child of an arcane god
mistress of mistake
an empty soul
with not a single word
to fill me
So write me Spanish letters
between Santiago and Quito
pressed with coffee rings in the pages
like all the darkness in my eyes
I can't fight
I just need something more
to run from...
Categories:
quito, lost love, relationship, sad,
Form: Free verse
I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part V
Anopheles! I, take my sanity, gaze at her.
Evil alter ego and Calvary spar; right in my heart
Crash her, splash her
Red birthright on the white.
Yes. A dense dark mark of her red. No – my blood
Yes, my blood and I’ll be glad.
Walk tall and yell Eureka. Spilt from the bucket!
Killed a quito dead. She dared touch me at night.
The demented pest! Decimated.
Appraised; The PS did it!
Categories:
quito, political
Form: Narrative