Sergio A. Ortiz
SITTING ON MY CORPSE*
I'm picking up
the pieces,
disabled, winged
in agony,
the latent bottom
of my illness.
Bodies like mine
born
worn
flesh and bones
already ancient.
* * *
ODE #20
I am not poking fun
at you Don Pablo, it's respect
disguised as laughter, but I cannot
stand it. I do not allow such forms
of humiliation, such an offense:
to write verses to an onion
and all the while, do it right.
On the other hand, I, so new
at this trade, cannot thread together
more than three beautiful lines
to the man I love using qualifiers
you so skillfully waste on elephants,
artichokes, dogs, and salt-roses.
Damn you, Neruda,
for using those expressions.
You leave them useless.
Sergio A. Ortiz is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a four-time Best of the Web nominee,
and 2016 Best of the Net nominee. He received 2nd place in the 2016 Ramón Ataz Annual Poetry Competition
sponsored by Alaire publishing house. Ortiz's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in FRIGG,
Tipton Poetry Journal, Drunk Monkeys, and Bitterzeot Magazine. He is currently
working on his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard.
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