By Christian Garduno
It wasn’t music to dance to, it was music to fall in love with someone in your room to, to figure out what you were going to wear for them tomorrow, music to spin to, to lie down to, to close your eyes to, to escape inside, it was music to float along to, to wonder if it was ever going to kick in, and then later, if it was ever going to wear off Music to be infatuated with, to crush on, to obsess over, to listen to over and over endlessly, music to wonder what she’s doing right now, to wonder what her room looks like, to wander late-night with a walkman through your sleeping town, and to remember seeing her by the lockers today This was never music to dance to, it’s music to fall in love with her every time you think of her again, to fawn over her in the most nonchalant way, and how she touched your shoulder during lunch today, music to walk by her house when you know she isn’t home, no, no, what’s the opposite of dancing? it was music to sigh along to, most of all, it was music to think of her to
Ask a Dream
Ask a dream what it is to be a drop, ask a drop what its like to be knocking down my door Rattle the bats in my upside-down mind they have no problem translating what I find Like a steady stream they weave around time and make the guerrilla in my heart start to swing from the branches of my arms The insect on my foot is mistaking me for his universe as flies buzz on my dead-weight and I lose grip & paper & pen slip The cloud lightens the ruins of my Buddha mind a new life awakens and erupts- the animal skin on my shoulders as I climb safely up a tree checking out the critters who aren’t suspecting me Night-vision I share with the moon……down the tree + into the water l e a v e m y t r a c k s f o r y o u t o s e e Understand what it is to understand The caterpillar burrows beneath my first layer of skin laying thoughts between my thoughts This night has got me growling chasing rain a change in the air the hunt is on tread slowly but softly-- around the river an sniffin’ lowly An animal cries and life becomes food for the living red sun daylight and the surface of the ocean is basking in me now the distance from heaven to earth So closer I go to the ocean shore deep onto the fringe where few of us survive compressed by eons, my limestone eyes keep on striving they wrassle and twist and hang on to the rocks Holy underwater civilizations one wave and I'm gone forever There's a cobra in the temple and all life on its path Wilderness in my soul here, now, my mind is everywhere
Body like a Rodin perfectly calm woman Dancing and diving driving the dream and it really could go on forever She holds the world from underneath And spins
The Next Time
Next time we’re born, how about we make out like bandits down on Bourbon Street, and next time we meet, let’s skip like firecrackers, among the remains of the Berlin Wall And the next time we fall, let’s fall out about the place with joy, like a cosmic girl & nature boy And how about the next time we meet our maker, let’s go together, grin at all our silly sin, and bring tears of laughter down His face again.
Christian Garduno is the recipient of the 2019 national Willie Morris Award for Southern Poetry. Garduno is a Finalist in the 2020-2021 Tennessee Williams & New Orleans Writing Contest. He lives and writes along the South Texas coast with his wonderful wife Nahemie and young son Dylan
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These poems are just as elegant and eloquent as the sculptures from Rodin!
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