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Tenderloin (San Francisco)
by
Juan Carlos Vasquez
Dead walking,
nude crawling in a love parade,
the return of the ambulances
without roads,
when I am close to a blissful high
I
long a lot for
caresses,
to help me fall asleep
it is night,
six months have gone by
between incenses over graves,
and a celestial restlessness,
visions of jupiter compacted into pipes.
This face cannot be mine
the face of Sunday
at noon.
If it wasn't noon
and had I something to do
these damn ambulance sirens
would not torment me
with their regrets.
How do I recover with
punches
the
street's quietness,
how do I destroy with an axe
the remembrances from my veins
without diving in a tub
to masturbate.
there is a horrible smell
of beer,
so
romantic yet so pathetic,
There are ideas of escape, and
lasting words.
if I had a dog his barking
would convince me but I have no dog,
only nights find I joy in contempt,
and instead of I protest
everything induce me
into a terrible and sorrowful laughter.
Third floor
by
Juan Carlos Vasquez
I Tie and Untie myself
and count
to three,
it is incomplete,
and an empty longing,
full of symbols that mean nothing
and I create heavenly memories
that soon demand of me,
cutting my time in half.
A heavy sleep arrives
before midnight
and
I wake up tired in the morning
between visions,
and no one answers me to start again
as though it had a meaning,
I wake up, and do things routinely
done
by
those living,
just a pulse with no name
it looks like we are laid out
there are sounds that frighten.
While in the streets with
my brothers,
when
in the shadows of the night,
just looking at numbers
I feel sick and hurt all over.
Going up and going down
as children play in a slide
below there is death
pushing and shoving,
foaming at the mouth
they all cheer
below they are all gray,
then purple,
there is no sun.
As I descend from the
third floor,
it
begins my coming together
to solid ground.
fotografia-arte digital: Juan Carlos Vasquez
Ways
by
Juan Carlos Vasquez
After
I Jumped, I May regret and wish to return to
the
platform,
too
late….Falling,Falling
After
falling,
a
whip would split my spine,
all
that I were in life bring a silhouette
marked
by a chalk outline.
And
what if it were a shot?
the
index in its depth
feeling
all the weight,
These
spasms like dread discharges
to
turn off the light in a night of brains blown out,
And
what if it were a (hangman's) noose?
The
air leaving, the eyes growing,
Blood
bypassing the head,
memories
calling,
painting
the face red as in a Carnaval.
For
this last trip
dragging
with great effort
the
fragile combination
of
nerves
urging
in a swell of spasm in the exact coordinates.
For
the last trip
the
tongue uncoiling like a serpent
an
aftertaste in the palate
the
veins bursting
with
glass scattering throughout the Universe
To
sleep dreaming with life:
a
deaf and dark night always arrives
plundering
the body
full
of love
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Juan Carlos Vásquez was born in Valencia, Venezuela
on December
20, 1972. He studied Publicity and Customs Administration. As a narrator, Vasquez has published a short stories book
entitled Pedazos de Familia (2000)published by Estival Editions Maracay-Venezuela. Vasquez other works
were published
in Ciclos Valencia Association for the Bipolar Affliction in Valencia, Spain, in the Poetic Anthologies
While Vivir Soñando (2004) published by Poetic Studies Center of Madrid, Paseo en Versos (2005) published
for passages in the roof Df Mexico, Hemiparesias published by Viceralia Ediciones, Santiago de Chile (2006)
Currently, Vásquez is finishing a book of poems entitled Sangre and a story book
La Caida which deals with the contradictions which ends in the human experiential perspective. Vasquez has lived
in St. Petersburg, Tampa, Miami, FL, and New York. Since 2002, he lives in San Francisco, CA.
ONLINE WORKS
Vásquez has been a prominent contributor to the following
leading Poetry sites:
Verso Que Viene Siglo XXI.
El Rincon De La Poesia Y La Literatura.
Othlo Zine.
Almiar (Margen
Cero)
Notisur USA.
Al Margen Net.
Bordelines Writers.
Mundo Cultural Hispano.
AWARDS & HONORABLE MENTIONS
Lauded International Writer (2005) by Notisur USA
for Vásquez stories Ataques de Lucidez
Y El Tejado (Desde la
Perspectiva de un Gato).
Recognitions in El Premio Nosside(2005) in Calabria Italy.
ASSOCIATIONS
Member El Hueco Cultural Association (2001) in Miami.
Member Spanic Attack
Cultural Organitation (2004) in New York.
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