Roberto Carlos Garcia

Roberto Carlos Garcia’s chapbook amores gitano (gypsy loves) was published by Červená Barva Press in 2013. His poems and prose have appeared or are forthcoming in Gawker, Barrelhouse, Tuesday; An Art Project, The Acentos Review, Lunch Ticket, Bold As Love Magazine, Entropy, PLUCK!: The Journal of Affrilachian Arts & Culture, The Rumpus, 5 AM Magazine, Wilderness House, Connotation Press- An Online Artifact, Poets/Artists, Levure Litteraire, and others. His translation of Pablo Neruda’s Heights of Macchu Picchu & Other Poems is forthcoming from Červená Barva Press in 2016.A native New Yorker, Roberto holds an MFA in Poetry and Poetry in Translation, and is an Instructor of English at Union County College. www.robertocarlosgarcia.tumblr.com

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No currency

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My loveseat in suburbia is distance

between me & the world beyond the flatscreen,

world I’d love to crush like a dictator,

a sad dictator,

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El Generalissimo Ridiculissimo,

for this world where children burn

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like the dry bush of California countryside

& firefighters come to save the houses, & die

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From my loveseat in suburbia

as useful as a clown’s nose—

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After all, who can afford water?

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I’m a father of three, growing fat, meanwhile

hunger is killing nations / gluttony is killing nations,

I wear floppy feet

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but as El Generalissimo, I will complete the carnage,

the crazy complicity

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Ah, Poets!

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We are one & the same—rabble what you rabble

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Divine a poem,

or a poet, for that matter

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What you imply is fireworks,

but the truth is empty wine bottles

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Water is made clear by the current,

if it be hell say it is hell

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From my loveseat in suburbia, I do nothing,

but El Generalissimo can instigate metamorphosis

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Kids, what should we turn into / what will become of us?

Pass me the remote control

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Savior complex

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1.

Kneel & make salāt five times a day

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If the world knew what birds know of love—

each one of you could be part of me

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Think how many could be saved

I too am able to watch the world burn

from a deck in the woods, a drink in my hand

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We believe that’s ok

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2.

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Supplicate the Father, the Son & the Holy Spirit

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I agree about wine, bread, & olives—vespers

I’ll hold hands with you

& we’ll listen to one another’s pain

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The love between us a peace accord,

an oasis in hell, a dream temple

we enter asleep, only

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3.

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Say ten Hail Mary’s—look around—repeat

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On my knees I pretend to be a tsunami

washing away the suffering—

resurrecting the damned from the sea as clouds

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My hands in adulation Up there, I say, Look up there!

The meek shall inherit fresh ink

& Earth shall inherit a new story

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You & I must continue to pray

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4.

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Give zakat to the poor & needy

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I can no longer make a fist—not to hit, nor to hide things

I hear fire redeems best

My friends I am not above you—

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I can hear the song of reckoning in the rose thorns

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