the neurons kick in
and people walk
without concern for a song with no message.
The hand that holds a daiquiri
rehearsed in front of the mirror
its courtship dance to shameless ovaries.
Chase the ghost of a penis without hair gel
that surprises the ear with something interesting
is a lost cause.
The eyes that look at you
prefer the bestseller of lace panties
to reading you Cortázar.
the blue princes hide in the sewers
of a city without puddles.
Caribbean Mixin the original Spanish
Translated by Curtis Bauer
“Caribbean Mix” is from Nanas para hombres grises (Lullabies For Grey Men) (Diputación de Huelva, 2006).
First posted on October 3, 2011 2:55 PM