Thursday, May 7, 2009

Si Tu Me Miras (watching the sunset)


Setting unevenly beyond my silhouette

the evening of a thousand eyes

searching for the fire

moving like the spooky red horizon

caribbean on fire

burning everything

including my poetry

sitting in the middle

Che on one side Fidel to the left

Kerouac passed out in the sand

discovering the poet I use to be

hating old poetmen

cheering the triumph of the revolution

as the Cuban tide

comes up to our knees

vanishing into nowhere

listening to our intellect

discussing the narcotic haze of capitalism

the heavy weight of the embargo

how the neverdo Buddha

gets addicted to the white lines

and intellectual silliness

how the sea engines from Russia

disapear

where nobody refuses solemnity of slogans

mapped out in their furrowed tongues

and time burries you forever

above the sand

in your soul

where shadows gather beyond the curtains

beyond the opaque light falling

closing our eyes

arriving at the inner sunset

a timeless treasure

si tu me miras (watching the sunset)



7 comments:

Irene Toh said...

Mesmerising stream of consciousness closing with 'arriving at the inner sunset'..is that really your silhouette?

Wayne Pitchko said...

yup that is me...on a beach just outside Trinidad de Cuba...small restaurant....just the two of us...and my partner took that one...last Nov...she takes some amazing photos.

Phil Thrift said...

evocative -- brings back a lot of history

bitchyangel said...

i so love these lines :

"and time burries you forever
above the sand
in your soul
where shadows gather beyond the curtains
beyond the opaque light falling
closing our eyes
arriving at the inner sunset
a timeless treasure"
i liked this wayne...

Lluvia said...

Wayne, Here is my fave... "discovering the poet I used to be..." Do you still want to write? Lluvia

Wayne Pitchko said...

for sure....ive been battling a cold for a week

Lluvia said...

Sorry to hear that, Wayne. Hope you feel better.