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IF A BROTHER

If a Brother is crying, hold and console him
If a Brother is hungry, feed him
If a Brother is depressed, engage him
If a Brother is laughing, ask him to share the joke
If a Brother is cold, cover him
If a Brother is tired, let him sleep
If a Brother is questioning, answer him
If a Brother needs a Brother, be there for him
If a Brother is weak, protect him
If a Brother loves you, love him back
If a Brother is horny, nuzzle and rub him
If a Brother wins, celebrate with him
If a Brother is speaking, listen to him
If a Brother is singing, sing contrapunto for him
If a Brother needs a hug, embrace him
If a Brother is feeling ugly, show him his beauty
If a Brother shares himself, accept him and share back
If a Brother reaches out, reach back for him
If a Brother is angry, let him vent
If a Brother is in pain, ease him

Without Guiarq, Quibey, and Tekguiarq, we males are lost.

Guatiao Moon

The Moon is full
it shines so bright
understanding achieved
in it's cool light
mysteries unveiled
light stark and pale

We Two (you & i)
lie sleeping, but not still
legs and arms intertwined
our dreamscape full of magic and
adventure
our qui-quix rise and fall
(in dreams we slay dragons or
lovers with them)
as do our chests,
shallow breathing
and snores
eyes dart in REM
as we feel and pulse
together we are safe now

We Two (you & i)
in a sand pit or on mats
legs and arms intertwined
chests heaving
strain, strength
sweat, breath
I feel your softness
beneath struggling layers of steel
one slips too far
a pin
who wins?

We Two (you & i)
breach in synch,
break the surface
wings extended, we speed to the sky
dolphins into condors
red-tailed now, we soar
Guiarqi, Beira, Be, Inouti
We Love, We Are, We Fly
Guatiaos We Are
(you & i)

Xbalanque Moon
(Little Jaguar Warrior)
shine down on us
your mottled smile and wink
Brothers, Lovers, Friends
Poems, Pictures Songs
embracing, entwining, weaving
potentials limitless,
our own to decide
The Moon is full
Let's Roll!

Dreaming the Night Salsa

As Night falls, we have made camp in a grove of Ginkgos.
Sunset brings hunger, and the setup for the meal.
By fire and food, laughter, and stories are told
Remembrances of Yesterday,
Reflections on Today,
Plans for Tomorrow-
an occasional murmured gratuity or joke,
play sparring turning into embraces
music, singing, more stories,
then we unfurl the nests, and then
we embrace rest, then sleep.
Even with talking blurring into slumber,
our communication is more than just voices.
As voices trail off, pulsing in and out
(like crickets)
the bodies begin communicating-
limbs reaching, caressing, embracing,
entwining, then
snoring and stillness-
being held is very re-assuring.
Hands and dreams speak more than words.
Subtlety is the order of the night,
feeling, not logic
Grey time, dreamtime.

Brother's breathing steadies, deepens, matches
as REM and dreamstreams enter.
The nervous throat clearing, sniffs, and sighs of twilight
are ended as private cosmoses are engaged.
Sleep and breathing, a subdued ringbang chorale
as an occasional sigh, gasp, and squirming as
wandering hands, strategically placed
in self-discovery add tangible
sensual input to dreams of qui-quix wandering the jungle
looking for Adventure...

Dreamcycles' end or arousal lead to a fleeting
momentary consciousness-
the need to drain snot from a sinus,
a limb that's "asleep",
a chalky, pasty mouth breathed dry,
swallow, gap, yawn, stretch, turn over
either reposition for more Dreaming,
or curl in towards a Guatiao, closer,
weaving with a one you love.
Shared Dreamscape, shared breath,
shared arousal.
A nuzzle, a caress,
a quick re-alignment-
The Subtle Night Salsa Dance of the Anacondas
begins with a stretch and a sigh-
deepening inhales,
hands twirling grip upon a
Tambu Bamboo
the Warrior's fighting staff-
lightening strikes Tambu,
Warrior drops staff with a shudder
collapse into sweat and semen
rolling into each other's arms like
waves off Montauk-
Quiet, sleep returns!

The Sun Rises! Ehecatl,
Shining Jaguar-Faced Star
(see all his spots!)
warms us in his glory!
We rise too, now-
stretch, scratch, fart
relieve insides,
we walk and wake and stir
the body sonambulent comes to
consciousness-
we begin another New Day.

We are silent about the Night Salsa and our Dreamstreams,
for it is understood that there is no need to speak about
Grey time, and the Spirit World-
they are so very real and very strong-
much more so than Here and Now- Awake...
Our songs, Dances, and Dreams
are what holds us together,
makes us a people,
keeps us safe and strong-
the reason why we roll and weave.
Our Kaney and Bohios are strengthened
by the Dreaming-
of this there can be no Denial.

Waoronkans Thunder

The Ultimate Conspiracy at hand
Now Exposed-
Square hard books on square wooden shelves
Dusty museum cases of moldy tourist tchotchkes
and stolen grave goods
Kosher histories trying to contain
my serpentine herencia
inside of their artificial, rigid, 90'
angles and boards.
The pulse sweat sweet heat
orgasmic throbbing songs
of our dancing rhythmic beats
of my people shall not
no, WILL NOT be contained.
I will dance and roll and nuzzle
my way into being the destroyer of empire!
I have no guilt, and know no shame
(fuck these imperial control paradigms)
my neuroses have been cut out, and turned
into burnt-offerings, a sacrifice on the Altar of
the Hurukan, the Heart of Heaven----

forgive me, rabbi, for
i have sinned-
i have taken two jew boys from you
and loved them
as hard and as best and as much as i could
and transformed with them into
Cuban Boriquen Ciboney Taino Matouac Waoronkan Guatiao Brother Lover Friends
Who we TRULY are
WE ARE FREE

you took our foreskins,
broke the bridge of my nose, and
knocked out a few of my teeth
and still-
WE ARE FREE

Pitirre, Jaguar, Bullfrog
Air, Land, Water
We Are Free
WE ARE FREE

forgive us rabbi, for
we have sinned
Pitirre Jaguar Bullfrog
Jaguar Cougar Bear
You and your experts
claim we six do not exist
    you don't know us,
    i'd like to introduce us,
    we're the Waoronkans!

you deny us
      Don't Deny Us
clip our wings
      You'll Learn To Fear Us
and try to ridicule us
      We Come Seeking Truth
jew paltz
      We Come Seeking Love
jew dork
      We Come To Create
jew-nited states
      We Come To-----------

Excuse me, a typographical correction, please:

SEWAORNOCK, MANAHATOUAC.
that's where i am, that's where i belong

The shells say by summer 1st,
your eels will no longer exist
and We, my Brothers and I
will no longer be here.

We, The Matouac-
        Standing Young Xi'paals
        Strong And Handsome
We Have Ended Your Cabal
Itiba is DEAD,
and YOU are decomposing.

Despite all the lies you injected me with,
in spite of the fear you infected me with
WE HAVE WON
I am free- WE are FREE
and going home;
Me, My Guatiaos,
My Brother/Lover/Friends
are going home to play and rest and talk to the Koalas.

Feh. I should have known that the rabbit doesn't need his feet to get lucky....

 

Jose Marti, Versos Sencillos, 1890

XXXIX

Cultivo una rosa blanca,
En julio como en enero,
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca.

Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo,
Cardo ni oruga cultivo;
Cultivo la rosa blanca

XLIV

Tiene el leopardo un abrigo
En su monte seco y pardo:
Yo tengo mas que el leopardo,
Porque tengo un buen amigo.

Duerme, como en un juguete,
La mushma en su cojinete
De arce del Japon: yo digo:
"No hay cojin como un amigo."

Tiene el conde su abolengo
Tiene la aurora el mendigo:
Tiene ala el ave: !yo tengo
Alla en Mexico un amigo!

Tiene el senor presidente
Un jardin con una fuente,
Y un tesoro en oro y trigo:
Tengo mas, tengo un amigo.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1891

WE two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,
Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,
Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.
No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving,
threatening,
Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on
the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness
chasing,
Fulfilling our foray.