Poem
Karloz Atl
Cactus
From the westthe sky casts itself before the city, the crimes, the chrysanthemums, the lids
lashing at every iris
Ometeotl pisses me out
sips me frondishly
a hint of Mohammed in my birthmarks
a hint of Jehova in my pelvis
if I dance he’s visible
if I sway you get a glimpse of his amputated butt-crack
his mangroves are blancmange
let’s burn every possible bloodline to ash
by letting bile and cum loose in society
like the flesh-peddling whore-mongers we are
Ah how delicious to surrender to this bacchanal
of the night and the wind in CDMX and Tancanhuitz
you can pretend to be a virgin
a wrestler of gold
and your feet are an insult to the symposium
one two three four turn
one two three four spin wild-eyed
one two three four turn and cop a feel
one two three four spin and zigzag
I’m based in God
we arise one within the other
we infiltrate each other’s apocalypses
Erect-nippled sensualists we dream the same quantity of stuff
invaded by the same serotonin
the same wickedness
the same desire to be oblong
we take the same pleasure in skankhood, revolvers, the Easter sacrament
cactacea are welcome
blessed their algorithmic fractal prickles
which evoke the area between my legs
A macho macho man
is holed up in our sphincters
primed for ecstasy
A fury takes me under siege and tackles the divine
brings it to the ground without lifting a finger
and I dilate
an opening in the cleft of femininity
of mine the irrepressible
the powerful that trades sage
the blush drawn out by vaporub
wandering like Copernicus
for single glory
Brotherly
their dazzle exposes every petal to the blind
I sweep through sunflower through flame
The sacred is an intimate aloe
according to its breath
according to the double scourge
i.e. the holy mysteries of its lotus
i.e. the immutable symbol scorched upon the reverse of the tortilla
a web tattooed on the walls
a rectal pulse that flows from coitus
A brawny meat-eater
mauls us
mutually
miles from the crucifixion and original sin
we’re struck by the same desire to contemplate the courtship of humpback whales
sky-coloured beings
who bleed instead of giving birth
centuries of stewardship in the oceans
they guide us outside all epicentre
algebraic our rhythm
honey and marigold
I raise my genital warts in a toast to cadence
their pustules chant
this ancient
century
a golgotha
that can be read in our armpits
a sweat that can be interpreted like constellations
our sustenance stems from shared pleasure
How wonderful to write after a good fucking
How lawless the Kama Sutra after Corinthians
How divine to cry a bedfull after birthing bliss
How intergalactic to abstain after orgasm
How vanguardist to shut eyes after squirting
How opiate to kill after being impaled
How excelsior bondage after golden shower
How atlantic to travel through the trench after inching into ass
How pioneer to get sticky after daybreak
How dynastic to praise phallus after Christ
How cabalistic to burn roses after rimming
How alcatraz to moan honey after rage
How reckless to deflower the waves after tastebuds
How fabulous to devour the maguey after drinking mezcal
How delicious to board the caravels after sacrificing the Spanish
How mathematic to be pricked after caressing cactus
How quantum to murmur after dilating
How sublime to stretch out after living in Anahuac
How pleasurable to throb after bathing in thorns
How beautiful to open the floodgates after holding in the ocean
How delicious to drain the swamp after dripping with saliva
How toltec to tremble in the temple after producing pulque
How astral to detach after erections
How mezzo-soprano to scatter after solstices
How saline to sweat after manhandling the mandala
How paranormal to moan after levitating the buttocks and belly
How fascinating to ascend to limbo after jackhammering to the point of tears
How extraordinary the awe of the warship after plowing the seas
How glamorous
God in my sex and synapses
God pissing in my piss
God plateleting in my coagulations
God keratinating in my nails
that ceaseless simmer sister
pre and post natal
one two three four sodomite-eyed
one two three four turn and leap
one two three four in the style of Tin Tan
one two three four in the style of Tongolele
one two three four in the style of Resortes
one two three four in the style of Silverio
and spin FUAAAAAAAA
I’m based in
Godspeed
© Translation: 2019, Megan Marsh, Karloz Atl
Cactus
Cactus
Desde los oestesel cielo se deja caer ante la ciudad, los crímenes, el crisantemo, los párpados
un látigo en cada iris
Ometeotl me orina
me bebe frondosamente
hay un detalle de Mahoma en mis lunares
hay un detalle de Jehová en mi pubis
si bailo lo imito
si danzo se muestra un poco de su raja amputada
hericaya es su mangle
echamos a arder líneas sanguíneas posibles
solo de sociabilizar la eyaculación & la bilis
como alcahuetas del cuerpo que somos
Ah cómo es sabroso entregarse a este zapateado
de la noche y el viento en CDMX & Tancahuitz
en que uno finge ser virgen
luchador de oro
y los pies ultrajan el simposio
uno dos tres cuatro vuelta
uno dos tres cuatro giro mirada salvaje
uno dos tres cuatro vuelta y manoseo
uno dos tres cuatro giro y zigzag
Habito a Dios
levitamos uno dentro de la otra
nos atravesamos múltiples apocalipsis
Sensuales con los pezones erectos soñamos igual cantidad de cosas
es la misma serotonina que nos invade
la misma maldad
el mismo deseo de ser oblongo
nos complace de igual manera la putería, los revólver, el sacramento de Pascua
bienvenidas son las cactáceas
benditas sus algoritmos fractal espinas
idénticas a mi entrepierna
Un macho hay
en nuestros esfínteres
maduro para el éxtasis
Una cólera me sitia y embiste a lo divino
le somete sin rozarle y dilato
es una inauguración en el paladar de su feminidad
la mía la incontenible
poderosa que intercambia la salvia
el rubor de vaporup que se escurre
errante como Copérnico
de una sola gloria
Fraternal
sus destellar muestra cada pétalo a los invidentes
franqueo al girasol & la lumbre
Lo sagrado es una sábila íntima
según su aliento
según el flagelo de ambos
como los primeros misterios de su loto
como irreversible es el diagrama del carbón en la tortilla
una telaraña tatuada en las paredes
un latido anal caudal del coito
Un ancho afán de carne
nos malluga
mutuamente
muy distantes a la crucifixión y todo pecado
nos empala el mismo sentimiento al contemplar el apareo de la yubartas
seres celestes
sangran sin dar a luz
siglos de mayordomía en los océanos
nos guían fuera de todo epicentro
algebraico es nuestro ritmo
miel & cempasúchil
Empino mis condilomas para brindarle cadencia
sus púas recitan
este siglo
antiguo
un gólgota
que se lee en nuestra axila
un sudor puede interpretarse como las constelaciones
nuestro sostén emana de gozar juntos
Qué esplendido es escribir después de una buena cogida
Qué forajido es el Kama Sutra después de Corintios
Qué divino es llorar la cama después de parir el gozo
Qué intergaláctico es ayunar después de venirse
Qué vanguardista es cerrar los ojos después dar luz al suerte
Qué opiáceo es asesinar después de ser penetrado
Qué excelso es el bondage después atravesar la orina
Qué atlántico es andar en las tinieblas después de enternecer el culo
Qué fronterizo es mojarse después del alba
Qué dinástico es celebrar la verga después de Cristo
Qué cabalístico es cremar las flores después del beso negro
Qué alcatraz es gemir miel después de la ira
Qué temerario es desflorar las olas después de los paladares
Qué fabuloso es devorar la penca después de beber su mezcal
Qué delicioso es trepar las carabelas después de sacrificar a los españoles
Qué matemático es espinarse después de acariciar el cactus
Qué cuántico es murmurar después de dilatarse
Qué sublime es distribuirse después de habitar el Anáhuac
Qué gozoso es punzar después bañarse en las biznagas
Qué bellísimo es desaguar la presa después de contener al océano
Qué sabroso es vaciar la ciénega después de extender la saliva
Qué tolteca es temblar en el templo después de emanar pulque
Qué astral es desprenderse después de las erecciones
Qué mezzosoprano es derramarse después del solsticio
Qué salino es sudar después de rasgar el mandala
Qué paranormal es gemir después de levitar las nalgas y el vientre
Qué fascinante es ascender del limbo después de lagrimar del ariete
Qué extraordinario es el mando del trirreme después de surcar las mareas
Qué glamoroso
Dios en mi sexo y sinapsis
Dios orina en mi orina
Dios plaqueta en mis coágulos
Dios elastina en mis uñas
que hierve hermana perdura
antes y después del parto
uno dos tres cuatro mirada sodomita
uno dos tres cuatro giro y brinco
uno dos tres cuatro paso de Tin Tan
uno dos tres cuatro paso de Tongolele
uno dos tres cuatro paso de Resortes
uno dos tres cuatro paso de Silverio
giro FUAAAAAAAA
habito
a Dios.
© 2019, Karloz Alt
Publisher: Centro Transdisciplinario Poesía y Trayecto A.C., , Mexico, DF
Publisher: Centro Transdisciplinario Poesía y Trayecto A.C., , Mexico, DF
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Cactus
From the westthe sky casts itself before the city, the crimes, the chrysanthemums, the lids
lashing at every iris
Ometeotl pisses me out
sips me frondishly
a hint of Mohammed in my birthmarks
a hint of Jehova in my pelvis
if I dance he’s visible
if I sway you get a glimpse of his amputated butt-crack
his mangroves are blancmange
let’s burn every possible bloodline to ash
by letting bile and cum loose in society
like the flesh-peddling whore-mongers we are
Ah how delicious to surrender to this bacchanal
of the night and the wind in CDMX and Tancanhuitz
you can pretend to be a virgin
a wrestler of gold
and your feet are an insult to the symposium
one two three four turn
one two three four spin wild-eyed
one two three four turn and cop a feel
one two three four spin and zigzag
I’m based in God
we arise one within the other
we infiltrate each other’s apocalypses
Erect-nippled sensualists we dream the same quantity of stuff
invaded by the same serotonin
the same wickedness
the same desire to be oblong
we take the same pleasure in skankhood, revolvers, the Easter sacrament
cactacea are welcome
blessed their algorithmic fractal prickles
which evoke the area between my legs
A macho macho man
is holed up in our sphincters
primed for ecstasy
A fury takes me under siege and tackles the divine
brings it to the ground without lifting a finger
and I dilate
an opening in the cleft of femininity
of mine the irrepressible
the powerful that trades sage
the blush drawn out by vaporub
wandering like Copernicus
for single glory
Brotherly
their dazzle exposes every petal to the blind
I sweep through sunflower through flame
The sacred is an intimate aloe
according to its breath
according to the double scourge
i.e. the holy mysteries of its lotus
i.e. the immutable symbol scorched upon the reverse of the tortilla
a web tattooed on the walls
a rectal pulse that flows from coitus
A brawny meat-eater
mauls us
mutually
miles from the crucifixion and original sin
we’re struck by the same desire to contemplate the courtship of humpback whales
sky-coloured beings
who bleed instead of giving birth
centuries of stewardship in the oceans
they guide us outside all epicentre
algebraic our rhythm
honey and marigold
I raise my genital warts in a toast to cadence
their pustules chant
this ancient
century
a golgotha
that can be read in our armpits
a sweat that can be interpreted like constellations
our sustenance stems from shared pleasure
How wonderful to write after a good fucking
How lawless the Kama Sutra after Corinthians
How divine to cry a bedfull after birthing bliss
How intergalactic to abstain after orgasm
How vanguardist to shut eyes after squirting
How opiate to kill after being impaled
How excelsior bondage after golden shower
How atlantic to travel through the trench after inching into ass
How pioneer to get sticky after daybreak
How dynastic to praise phallus after Christ
How cabalistic to burn roses after rimming
How alcatraz to moan honey after rage
How reckless to deflower the waves after tastebuds
How fabulous to devour the maguey after drinking mezcal
How delicious to board the caravels after sacrificing the Spanish
How mathematic to be pricked after caressing cactus
How quantum to murmur after dilating
How sublime to stretch out after living in Anahuac
How pleasurable to throb after bathing in thorns
How beautiful to open the floodgates after holding in the ocean
How delicious to drain the swamp after dripping with saliva
How toltec to tremble in the temple after producing pulque
How astral to detach after erections
How mezzo-soprano to scatter after solstices
How saline to sweat after manhandling the mandala
How paranormal to moan after levitating the buttocks and belly
How fascinating to ascend to limbo after jackhammering to the point of tears
How extraordinary the awe of the warship after plowing the seas
How glamorous
God in my sex and synapses
God pissing in my piss
God plateleting in my coagulations
God keratinating in my nails
that ceaseless simmer sister
pre and post natal
one two three four sodomite-eyed
one two three four turn and leap
one two three four in the style of Tin Tan
one two three four in the style of Tongolele
one two three four in the style of Resortes
one two three four in the style of Silverio
and spin FUAAAAAAAA
I’m based in
Godspeed
© 2019, Megan Marsh, Karloz Atl
Cactus
From the westthe sky casts itself before the city, the crimes, the chrysanthemums, the lids
lashing at every iris
Ometeotl pisses me out
sips me frondishly
a hint of Mohammed in my birthmarks
a hint of Jehova in my pelvis
if I dance he’s visible
if I sway you get a glimpse of his amputated butt-crack
his mangroves are blancmange
let’s burn every possible bloodline to ash
by letting bile and cum loose in society
like the flesh-peddling whore-mongers we are
Ah how delicious to surrender to this bacchanal
of the night and the wind in CDMX and Tancanhuitz
you can pretend to be a virgin
a wrestler of gold
and your feet are an insult to the symposium
one two three four turn
one two three four spin wild-eyed
one two three four turn and cop a feel
one two three four spin and zigzag
I’m based in God
we arise one within the other
we infiltrate each other’s apocalypses
Erect-nippled sensualists we dream the same quantity of stuff
invaded by the same serotonin
the same wickedness
the same desire to be oblong
we take the same pleasure in skankhood, revolvers, the Easter sacrament
cactacea are welcome
blessed their algorithmic fractal prickles
which evoke the area between my legs
A macho macho man
is holed up in our sphincters
primed for ecstasy
A fury takes me under siege and tackles the divine
brings it to the ground without lifting a finger
and I dilate
an opening in the cleft of femininity
of mine the irrepressible
the powerful that trades sage
the blush drawn out by vaporub
wandering like Copernicus
for single glory
Brotherly
their dazzle exposes every petal to the blind
I sweep through sunflower through flame
The sacred is an intimate aloe
according to its breath
according to the double scourge
i.e. the holy mysteries of its lotus
i.e. the immutable symbol scorched upon the reverse of the tortilla
a web tattooed on the walls
a rectal pulse that flows from coitus
A brawny meat-eater
mauls us
mutually
miles from the crucifixion and original sin
we’re struck by the same desire to contemplate the courtship of humpback whales
sky-coloured beings
who bleed instead of giving birth
centuries of stewardship in the oceans
they guide us outside all epicentre
algebraic our rhythm
honey and marigold
I raise my genital warts in a toast to cadence
their pustules chant
this ancient
century
a golgotha
that can be read in our armpits
a sweat that can be interpreted like constellations
our sustenance stems from shared pleasure
How wonderful to write after a good fucking
How lawless the Kama Sutra after Corinthians
How divine to cry a bedfull after birthing bliss
How intergalactic to abstain after orgasm
How vanguardist to shut eyes after squirting
How opiate to kill after being impaled
How excelsior bondage after golden shower
How atlantic to travel through the trench after inching into ass
How pioneer to get sticky after daybreak
How dynastic to praise phallus after Christ
How cabalistic to burn roses after rimming
How alcatraz to moan honey after rage
How reckless to deflower the waves after tastebuds
How fabulous to devour the maguey after drinking mezcal
How delicious to board the caravels after sacrificing the Spanish
How mathematic to be pricked after caressing cactus
How quantum to murmur after dilating
How sublime to stretch out after living in Anahuac
How pleasurable to throb after bathing in thorns
How beautiful to open the floodgates after holding in the ocean
How delicious to drain the swamp after dripping with saliva
How toltec to tremble in the temple after producing pulque
How astral to detach after erections
How mezzo-soprano to scatter after solstices
How saline to sweat after manhandling the mandala
How paranormal to moan after levitating the buttocks and belly
How fascinating to ascend to limbo after jackhammering to the point of tears
How extraordinary the awe of the warship after plowing the seas
How glamorous
God in my sex and synapses
God pissing in my piss
God plateleting in my coagulations
God keratinating in my nails
that ceaseless simmer sister
pre and post natal
one two three four sodomite-eyed
one two three four turn and leap
one two three four in the style of Tin Tan
one two three four in the style of Tongolele
one two three four in the style of Resortes
one two three four in the style of Silverio
and spin FUAAAAAAAA
I’m based in
Godspeed
© 2019, Megan Marsh, Karloz Atl
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