wages

wild dolphins
play tag
with flying fish
at sunset,
dancing
in the bow wake

same as I play
free in the
milonga/sea.

Sea World dolphins
still smile,
but they dance
now for
dead-fish
wages,

wild joy
stolen by
a price tag.

sterile/fertile

her tango is sterile,
no sweat, no blood, no tears.
no dirt.
lifeless, perfect
hard
as polished marble.

make mine
fertile,living
organic soil,
regenerating the
pain and garbage of life
into food for the
tap root of my heart.

I sleep

I sleep,
dreaming.
belly up
to the night.

nostalgia, the argentine virus

virulent as bird flu,
I'm infected
with nostalgia
for something
not in my past,
a foreign passion
not part
of my genetic pool
or experience.

like antibodies
for a childhood disease;
the memories of others
carried by music and flesh
infect my soul
with mirror image of
tango.

this miasma!
without knowing
barrio
or castellano
without ties
of blood
or tradition!