September 26, 2005


Outside of the religious milonga,
it began to rain
They were the crowd dressed to avoid osmosis.
The music was like their silk handkerchiefs being gathered
by the masculine dj
And the crowd was like the great awakening,
abandoned by adolescents at play
The only one with the skylights
I've never seen before
They say one must close their eyes when
sneezing, and untroubled
women will say more than that.Their sweat beyond
smell was collected
by the phrasing, the dancer
on their roof finished the hug for
the razing.

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An uppercut

An uppercut
on the dance floor
A breeze-unlocked door
An unwanted kiss, an un-stepped-on four,
an averted distraction,
a couple naturally touching foreheads
sorry embraces
a lifted breathing symbol
placid, tense, and further
unforgettable faces.

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July 26, 2005

Tango Pain (By Indigo Frank)

If you must get an injury or more
let it be of the tanguero cause
For it is better to be burned by the rope
of this sentimental cause
than by those easily overlooked
elements (but impure)
Confound yourself with a compound of
hurting yourself worse with a castigada, if you are fit
So later, from the dark bed, you may not watch the
comedic resolutions, the lost vals,
and bite your tongue hard,
so you have further excuse not to refuse an alluvious dance.
Cortinas like platelets will clear the floor, only in your mind,
rest, young sore.
Caminata en la orilla del mundo
Your bruised toes and traversed psyche are media vuelta
The worst accident was to rush that song!
For those of you who intend your hurt, quebradas on the bottomless floor, keep breaking for all a basic step might do:
what hurts you may also heal you, with its milonguera cause, for:
Is it about persistence?
Nada, no comprendo, they are alternatives.
To learn to move counterclockwise, to isolate the hips
down, not completely unlike a chilled belly dancer,
to bear shame, and sweat the unspeakable...and yet to learn to walk!
Alternatives, tango nicked and tango talked.
To dance at even the mistake a gate would notice, for some milonga sacrifice,
some open embrace.

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