Turkish
coffee reading
I
the
game of super delegates-
dandelion
fluff
buy
one, get one free
as
mornings show promise
on
major stock markets,
the
human in the street
has
got just that, the street
sometimes
a wall clogged with memes and pet cats
I
heard that activism is back in fashion,
donations
make or break world dreams of power
why
is that looks familiar, Catilina?
the
English speaking world, that is, the planet
marches,
prays, keeps moments of silence
for
victims of hate,
where
hate is just another name
for
old Mamona worshipers,
soon
we will run out of chlorophyll,
rumors
of going green grow,
make
sense not only among environmentalists
and
native tribes;
the
pot is still illegal, yet my consolation is
that
we have full access to media news giants
and
as I speak my hand that holds the Turkish coffee cup
has
been invaded by small round brown age spots
luckily
removable with home remedies.
II
for
what you are about to see
are
needed
distance
vision glasses,
interests
never tired
keep
building tribunes
of
words
for
you to fear and worship,
every
second a lie is launched and thrives
in
the imagination of the hopeful and the poor,
free
markets make huge profits out of panic, anger, hate,
devotion,
desensitized
young shoppers in a global mall
of
all-you-can-buy
are
tweeting they are in
the
coming revolution,
never
mind the ignorance of many
about
human dignity
by
now considered a warp.
Accomplice-
the ink performs the daily task
of
blinding readers of printed news.
III
the
case for a smoke free America
is
gaining ground
despite
the fact
that
our revolution reloaded,
yet
Pachamama opens fumaroles,
emitting
toxic vapors,
before
they
disappear
within weeks to months;
volcanoes
just like people go dormant
for
long periods,
never
trust the warning schemes,
the
level of unrest remains a likelihood
before
goes up in ashes.
IV
deafening
fanfares about the town,
Pantalone
as a transgender Columbina
waves
kisses to the crowds,
sluggish
markets can hardly hold the bear back
as
no one has a clue,
tomorrow
they will stage the same show,
part
II,
in
fact, the aftertaste
is
déjà vu.
a
Clown on stilts is soon surrounded by
segway
boys wearing
white
wigs and black-rim glasses.
V
the
heroes have been dumped
in
a mass grave of body bags,
the
town sky is no-fly zone for
Batman
drones,
imagine,
a
well-coiffed antihero
burping
in the microphone
after
eating burritos
washed
down with horchata,
it's
hot;
"illegals
with Zika fever
cross
the Southern border every night"
he
says in anger,
after
rally
a
handful of Latino landscape workers
beat
to shreds
a
life-size Trump piñata stuffed with amphetamines,
it's
late
and
on a 65-inch Sony TV screen
I play
Zen Ocean Waves - Aquatic Dream Therapy-
Total Deep Liquid Bliss,
fully aware that
the grassroots movement
has been all along
an option.
on a 65-inch Sony TV screen
I play
Zen Ocean Waves - Aquatic Dream Therapy-
Total Deep Liquid Bliss,
fully aware that
the grassroots movement
has been all along
an option.
VI
the show is soon to begin
the show is soon to begin
and prima ballerina can´t decide which
partner to choose for her pas de deux
double stacked mascara is needed
for even more dramatic effects
the city's popcorn machines are broken
and there are rumors of civil unrest;
volatile markets everywhere
make bankers nervous and unkind.
pure joy in a thimble,
I bought myself the latest model of iPhone.