Friday, May 5, 2017

Tonto — No un poema de cinco de mayo

Recuerde el Alamo
Recuerde el Maine
Recuerda la batalla de Puebla
Recuerda la batalla de Gettysburg
Recuerde que ninguno es una fiesta nacional
patrocinada por licores o cerveza.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Steam Dream: Julian Tuwim and The Locomotive

A big locomotive has pulled into town,
Heavy, humongous, with sweat rolling down,
A plump jumbo olive.
Huffing and puffing and panting and smelly,
Fire belches forth from her fat cast iron belly.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

An Elegy of Happenstance for Allen Ginsberg

Allen Ginsberg died today
and I was reading his poems
That was just the way the book unfolded
as my day unfolded otherwise

He was ranting He was raving
in his poetic ways
On and on, on poisoned lands
and money grubbing corporate hands
I wondered what he'd write today

Monday, April 3, 2017

Donald Trump's Childhood Ode to Baseball

Will the reigning World Series Champion Chicago Cubs repeat in 2017?

Play ball! Another season of baseball is upon us and the New York Times has an interesting article about presidents throwing out the first pitch. What struck us the most was the last paragraph. That last paragraph is a poem to baseball by the 12-year-old Donald Trump.

Friday, March 31, 2017

Chynna Chilton Invites You to Climb on Board to the Party of the Year

Close your eyes and make a wish...
Ya know if you’re feeling frozen, lonesome or blue
I think I know a remedy just for you.
Come to Barra de Navidad here on the bay
Where we all say hello while we’re on our way.

So round up some friends, you don’t have to go far
We’ll fill up some coolers and gas up the car
Bring some cerveza and make some ceviche
Climb on board, we’re off to the beach, eh!

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Peace Path

Grandfather Cuts Loose the Ponies. #WeComeFromEverything

This path our people walked
one hundred two hundred                  endless years
since the tall grass opened for us
and we breathed the incense that sun on prairie
                                                    offers to sky

Monday, March 20, 2017

Si tú y yo, Teresa mía, nunca...

photo © Mark Butkus 2010
¡Feliz aniversario mi amor!

Si tú y yo, Teresa mía, nunca
nos hubiéramos visto,
nos hubiéramos muerto sin saberlo:
no habríamos vivido.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

New York at Sunrise as Seen by Anna Hempstead Branch

photo © Mark Butkus 2007
The Empire State pierces the morning fog.

When with her clouds the early dawn illumes
Our doubtful streets, wistful they grow and mild
As if a sleeping soul grew happy and smiled,
The whole dark city radiantly blooms.
Pale spires lift their hands above the glooms