Poemas destacados de Miguel Piñero
La Bodega Sold Dreams
dreamt i was a poet
&
writin' silver sailin' songs
words
strong & powerful crashing' thru
walls of steel & concrete
erected in minds weak
&
those asleep
replacin' a hobby of paper candy
wrappin', collectin'
potent to pregnate sterile young
thoughts
i dreamt i was this poeta
words glitterin' brite & bold
strikin' a new rush for gold
in las bodegas
where our poets' words & songs
are sung
but
sunlite stealin' thru venetian
blinds
eyes hatin', workin' of time
clock
sweatin'
&
swearin'
&
slavin'
for the final dime
runnin' a maze
a token ride
perspiration insultin' poets
pride
words stoppin' on red
goin' on green
poets' dreams
endin' in a factoria as one
in a million
unseen
buyin' bodega sold dreams...
Cocaine Nose -- Acid Face
Cocaine nose — cocaine nose
carefully takin' cocaine blows
make believe crucifix
cokedom spoon
Cocaine nose — cocaine nose
have you graduated to
cocaine holes...
jive sly bedford sty-buy yeah buy
coca y ácido
from Flaco an undercover agent for the
narcos...
has you under surveillance y has
been trailin' your mother's legs
since she started displayin' her
varicose veins stompin' thru this
sewage drink of coca y ácido...
cocaine nose — cocaine nose
carefully takin' cocaine blows
have your sons graduated to cocaine holes.
life con coca makes you a supersonic
idiotic chaotic psychotic neurotic spic
with a brain infested cocaine molested acid
mindddd . . . cocaine nose — cocaine nose
have you graduated to your cocaine holes
Acid face — acid face dreamin' livin'
laced up spaced out so-called state of grace
ácido—ácido with coca blows...
acid face not a trace
of intelligence-based
follow your chase the maze
of becomin' an acid face — an acid face
si la coca y ácido te ha volao el coco
y ahora you go loco buscando ácido...
god is amazed that you've become an acid
face
cocaine nose — cocaine —
acid face — acid face
cocaine nose — acid face
acid face — cocaine nose
have you graduated to your
acid coca holessssss...
La Cañonera del Mundo
Que yo me cago en la madre tierra que
te parió
me meo en el cielo que te cubrió
le escupo al viento que te acarició
te hablo a ti bandera americana
a ti que me ves andando por las calles de new york
mientras chillas como un carro pegando freno
spick
sal de atrás de esa corbata blanca
que asalta el calor de ser humano
el calor de mantener una familia con la miseria
que me pagas por el calor de mi sudor
y no me dejas vivir en paz con tu
spick
changueria
y yo le pido a changó
que te destruya tu idioma
que te caiga a bimbazo a tu cultura
que te llene a tus hijos con ideales postizos
que te ponga a tus hijas en las esquinas to hustle
con las pantaletas cagadas mojadas con la sangre verde del peso
americano
el peso de no ser lo que tú eres, un enano entre los gigantes
manicomio de estrellas sucias
que yo me cago en la madre tierra que te parió
que yo me meo en el cielo que te cubrió
que yo le pego un gargajo al viento que te acarició
tu bandera americana
cañonera del mundo.
te parió
me meo en el cielo que te cubrió
le escupo al viento que te acarició
te hablo a ti bandera americana
a ti que me ves andando por las calles de new york
mientras chillas como un carro pegando freno
spick
sal de atrás de esa corbata blanca
que asalta el calor de ser humano
el calor de mantener una familia con la miseria
que me pagas por el calor de mi sudor
y no me dejas vivir en paz con tu
spick
changueria
y yo le pido a changó
que te destruya tu idioma
que te caiga a bimbazo a tu cultura
que te llene a tus hijos con ideales postizos
que te ponga a tus hijas en las esquinas to hustle
con las pantaletas cagadas mojadas con la sangre verde del peso
americano
el peso de no ser lo que tú eres, un enano entre los gigantes
manicomio de estrellas sucias
que yo me cago en la madre tierra que te parió
que yo me meo en el cielo que te cubrió
que yo le pego un gargajo al viento que te acarició
tu bandera americana
cañonera del mundo.
This Is Not The Place Where I Was Born
puerto rico 1974
this is not the place where i was born
remember — as a child the fantasizing images my mother planted
within my head —
the shadows of her childhood recounted to me many times
over welfare loan on crédito food from el bodeguero
i tasted mango many years before the skin of the fruit
ever reached my teeth
i was born on an island about 35 miles wide 100 miles long
a small island with a rainforest somewhere in the central
regions of itself
where spanish was a dominant word
& signs read by themselves
i was born in a village of that island where the police
who frequented your place of business-hangout or home came as
servant or friend & not as a terror in slogan clothing
i was born in a barrio of the village on the island
where people left their doors open at night
where respect for elders was exhibited with pride
where courting for loved ones was not treated over confidentially
where children's laughter did not sound empty & savagely alive
with self destruction . . .
i was born on an island where to be puerto rican meant to be
part of the land & soul & puertorriqueños were not the
minority
puerto ricans were first, none were second
no, i was not born here . . .
no, i was not born in the attitude & time of this place
this sun drenched soil
this green faced piece of earth
this slave blessed land
where the caribbean seas pound angrily on the shores
of pre-fabricated house/hotel redcap hustling people gypsy taxi cab
fighters for fares to fajardo
& the hot wind is broken by fiberglass palmtrees
& highrise plátanos mariano on leave & color t. v.
looneytune cartoon comicbook characters with badges
in their jockstraps
& foreigners scream that puertorriqueños are foreigners
& have no right to claim any benefit on the birthport
this sun drenched soil
this green faced piece of earth
this slave blessed land
where nuyoricans come in search of spiritual identity
are greeted with profanity
this is insanity that americanos are showered
with shoe shine kisses
police in stocking caps cover carry out john wayne
television cowboy law road models of new york city detective
french connection/death wish instigation ku-klux-klan mind
panorama screen seems
in modern medicine is in confusion needs a transfusion quantity
treatment if you're not on the plan the new stand
of blue cross blue shield blue uniform master charge
what religion you are
blood fills the waiting room of death
stale air & qué pasa stares are nowhere
in sight & night neon light shines bright
in el condado area puerto rican under cover cop
stop & arrest on the spot puerto ricans who shop for the flag
that waves on the left-in souvenir stores —
puertorriqueños cannot assemble displaying the emblem
nuyoricans are fighting & dying for in newark, lower east side
south bronx where the fervor of being
puertorriqueños is not just rafael hernández
viet vet protest with rifle shots that dig into four pigs
& sociable friday professional persons rush to the
golf course & martini glasses work for the masses
& the island is left unattended because the middle class
bureaucratic cuban has arrived spitting blue eyed justice
at brown skinned boys in military khaki
compromise to survive is hairline length
moustache trimmed face looking grim like a soldier
on furlough further cannot exhibit contempt for what is
not cacique born this poem will receive a burning
stomach turning scorn nullified classified racist
from this pan am eastern first national chase manhattan
puerto rico...
Just once before I die
I want to climb up on a
tenement sky
to dream my lungs out till
I cry
then scatter my ashes thru
the Lower East Side.
So let me sing my song tonight
let me feel out of sight
and let all eyes be dry
when they scatter my ashes thru
the Lower East Side.
From Houston to 14th Street
from Second Avenue to the mighty D
here the hustlers & suckers meet
the faggots & freaks will all get
high
on the ashes that have been scattered
thru the Lower East Side.
There's no other place for me to be
there's no other place that I can see
there's no other town around that
brings you up or keeps you down
no food little heat sweeps by
fancy cars & pimps' bars & juke saloons
& greasy spoons make my spirits fly
with my ashes scattered thru the
Lower East Side...
A thief, a junkie I've been
committed every known sin
Jews and Gentiles... Bums & Men
of style... run away child
police shooting wild...
mother's futile wails... pushers
making sales... dope wheelers
& cocaine dealers... smoking pot
streets are hot & feed off those who bleed to death...
all that's true
all that's true
all that is true
but this ain't no lie
when I ask that my ashes be scattered thru
the Lower East Side.
So here I am, look at me
I stand proud as you can see
pleased to be from the Lower East
a street fighting man
a problem of this land
I am the Philosopher of the Criminal Mind
a dweller of prison time
a cancer of Rockefeller's ghettocide
this concrete tomb is my home
to belong to survive you gotta be strong
you can't be shy less without request
someone will scatter your ashes thru
the Lower East Side.
I don't wanna be buried in Puerto Rico
I don't wanna rest in Long Island Cemetery
I wanna be near the stabbing shooting
gambling fighting & unnatural dying
& new birth crying
so please when I die...
don't take me far away
keep me near by
take my ashes and scatter them thru out
the Lower East Side...
