Poetry Selections from the book:
Other poems from Tango, Tangoing: Poems & Art have been published in The Colorado Review, New American Writing, North American Review, Pleiades, SOLO Magazine, and Volt.
Tangoing
In Buenos Aires the tangueros
are tangoing to the bandoneón’s beat
violin’s abandon
seductive net of music
Dancing with a restrained wildness
cunning controlled
hearts full
elegantly these men & women elegantly
these bellies proudly protruding
beef-eating dancing to the sensual
tango
Most are genteel & do not steal other’s
partners do not stow
knives in their blood
Gliding to the bandoneón’s breath
pivoting swift turns slow smooth
bitter wild excited
blind turns
Spinning night to dawn their
love-lives gouged on their faces desperate
lines deeply
milongueros
expose the history of Argentina
on their visages
Dancing rhythms that bodies unravel an
unending night unparalleled
oblivion & desire
desire to forget the lives
of misery To forget Menem
the military dictatorship
disappearances
life-savings & bonds lost
~
In the bay of Río de la Plata tango was born 100 yrs
ago & carries on
The tango of the lower classes tango of
the chic often happens at night in la madrugada From
Africa came its syncopated rhythms—
~
The night continues
endlessly
I begin
life over
the questions of my life
come to me in dreams
The questions
come & go The dances
went
& came The men
came & went
~
The destitute suddenly poorer
come & go at night
They sift through
trash take paper cardboard &
recyclables
away leaving disposable trash
pilfered like feathers
receiving a few pesos
for a few kilos
Courteous some say Buenas Noches
with soft eyes Women & children
barrel away
paper Men cart
away paper Trash picked at
vultures at dead bodies
~
Cab drivers do not have change for a 20
peso bill A lack of effectivo
Anapestic by magic the city the
nation & its citizens keep on
Where is the fire?
At night fire burns
in trash bins on city streets a huge
pyre
waiting for its sacrifice
~
Out until 5 or 6 in the
morning milongueros
embrace sucking each other’s blood
They lean
towards each other’s hearts plucking
Perhaps they will follow each other
home devour the other
Drinking
each other’s glances & stares deriving
pleasure in dancing embracing kicking
between each other’s legs on crowded
floors
Eyes scan: whom to dance with whom to
avoid?
Tables & tables of hungry women
predatory men courteous disdainful
Around & around people draw ochos
flick voleos flicks of knives
~
Walls crumbling
I begin life over I start
to read
skies leaves dawn
The questions of my life
float to me in tangos
The questions come
& go the dreams
the men & women
[Buenos
Aires, 2001-2004]
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