On Their Eightieth Birthday
dedicated to the Governor of Arizona
His aunt thinks she's a tapestry?
--First she thought she was a Tapir,
then a pole. I stuffed a butt plug in her mouth,
but she asked for a loincloth.
She fell in love with my skin, wanted to peel
it, peel me--Our lady of the Broken Condoms,
Latina Americana gringa wanna be
with the sagging implants.
What was he doing with gunpowder in his pockets?
--You know why he wears those tight pants!
Yeah, but if you stare at his tray
he calls you every urban word he ever learned
from Justin Timberlake.
--He needs to go back to school
before he bad-mouth's me.
Jell and visits to the hairdresser
twice a month to put on those caramel
highlights... metro-sexual? Mmm, I don't think so.
snap-snap - zip-zip
--She empties his wallet
before he puts on those condoms every time.
Dumbass gringo wanna be.
--Um-hum, like Osvaldo Del Rio!
No, that's the Puerto Rican Actor
that beats up his women.
You know who I'm talking about,
that Mexican guy from Univision,
Fernando Del Rincón.
He can brush his hair back all he wants,
he still looks like a mestizo.
To the Zookeeper on the Hudson
When I was ten a pedophile
covered my naked body
with leaves and spider webs,
then left me for dead and oh,
I was so sick.
Fifty years later your spidery jaws,
and spineless back entered my bible
and boarded my ark like a baboon
courting the tree of knowledge
with its bare ass clambering around
like a deformed cunt on the long coastal
line of insincerity and oh, how you
made me laugh. Knowing: is to live
standing in the nude on the porticos,
the rotundas of my courtyard
watching you clean the manure
on the Hudson, barren mother
of an adopted albino blank face idiot,
heavy old cow with the dull stars.
The vowels of your last name fall
like an empty echo to the least
of all my canyons.
All Rights Reserved to Sergio A. Ortiz