Firebird
for Lily James
enamoured
with
the arrival
of your
discreet charm
naked
on the sofa
you are irreverent
among
the pharaohs
centuries spill
renewed
by fragrant prophets
who embrace you
silhouettes
of red
Pontiac Firebirds
hoist
us away
together
collapsing
and
tearing apart.
***
GUMSHOE
Folgers slightly burnt toast–
mornings dodge the responsibilities of this case.
Weary of the runaround
and tracing steps seldom explored.
What a simple and acute request to
be able to speak to you again,
and frolic in your apartment
like honest athletes boiling and cascading
like bellowing smoke.
How time parades and her face:
rhythmic muddy and vague of gentility–
fingers outpace static anger
potent like a switchblade.
***
Bespoke
for Lautréamont
Etched
of cartilage and tempered bone–
suffocated like savage
evenings under siege.
Humor scurries up the trousers
and take shape
like erotic spiders
destined to be samurais.
Furrow and aligned of defiant inquiry,
the lapels collapse
into droplets of delirium
materializing to mordant froth, “leaving no memories.”
*****
José Antonio, a native from Bronx, NY, is an aspiring screenwriter and poet. Full of rambunctious energy, riveting humor, and wrought wordplay, his poems assert his love for movies and the intricacies of life.
