Tag Archives: new poetry

Talking to your food

is not a sign

of mental illness …

most of all

he gets a pass

because he’s four

and just because

he talks to his food

how do those

who took these notes

know exactly

how it’s going on

from where he sits

how do they know

that in his mind

he’s not thanking

the potatoes for

being so delicious

and that in his heart

he knows that

while whole potatoes

may have eyes

you have to speak

kind of loud

to thank them

because they lack ears

and do not always

pay attention.

I think people

might learn a thing or two

if they had a conversation

with their food.

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2011. All rights reserved.

Sometimes it’s all blue

not baby blue,

soft and comforting

as the breadth of sky

that breaks at the horizon …

or a cornflower blue

cotton short sleeved shirt

that fit right around the shoulders

the summer you started getting looks …

but true blue.

melting towards the darkness,

rushing for the edges

of the rainbow

and messing with

the indigos of mourning …

the kind of blue

with heavy names like

Duke, Prussian, Navy

and Midnight that

cover other colors

with their spectrum …

the blue in your bruises,

that fade into jaundiced

patches and the blue

that creeps into dead lips

kissing the world goodbye.

 

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved

Catching kids cutting

     1st of all

       you never read

       so why would you

       ever have a book

       in your hands

       except to hide

       your guilty mug

       from me?

          2nd of all

       you’re holding a

       crossword puzzle

       book which requires

       work which you

       hate and a writing

       instrument

       which you never

       have so why would

       you be looking

       through that?

So,

now that you have

my attention which

is all you really

wanted;

what are you doing here?

 

This is not a rhetorical question.

 

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.

The branch that bore the second fruit

And the LORD God said, Behold, the man 
is become as one of us, to know good and evil: 
and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take 
also of the tree of life, and eat, and live for ever:

 Genesis 3:22

  

 All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree.

Albert Einstein

 

   Once stupidity

         has been rounded to

             a trillionth digit,

                  as we get closer

               to knowing

            god’s thoughts,

             peering deeper into

              this very persistent illusion

             with our frail and feeble minds;

        when the slight details that seemed

     like rolling dice to Einstein

   don’t have a place left to hide,

there will be born

   from science and curiosity,

      out of true love

          for waking to the world,

              baptized as the gift of fantasy

                  a mathematical

                      equation that means

                        in every language,

                         “A table, a chair,

                           a bowl of fruit

                         and a violin“.

 

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.

Why Oscar lives in Omaha

No one in the state house intended this

     and Oscar had never heard of Nebraska

     before he was heading there with his father

who seemed to talk

the whole way

about how he had tried

to make Oscar understand

how awful his own childhood had been

repeating how he had left everything behind

     to come to New York

     to make money

     but just ended up being poor

and Oscar didn’t hear his father say

     how he had saved up

          just for this awful trip

to make sure

he could drop him off

before they changed the language of the law.

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2008. All rights reserved.

(Inspired by the “safe haven” law in Nebraska)

the science of supersition

On the same day

     that the Large Hadron Collider

     was turned on to peel away

     the secrets of the universe

          by smashing circling atoms

          at near absolute zero

          at nearly the speed of light

     into each other

I had to listen to someone

     tell me how Nostradamus

     had predicted that this

     day would come.

I explained that the Mayans knew it first.

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2008. All rights reserved.

conspiracy theory

The fact
     that you are reading this
     proves my whole idea
     that you been trying to figure out
     who I am and where I live

and that you’ll probably be

     looking my name up on the internet

and checking out my interests

and vital statistics and hobbies

and such

and all that information

     that you are gathering for

     (we know who)

     will be put together

     with my social security history

and you’ll know how much money

     I made, legally

and if that matches

     what I spent on my credit cards

and on my cell phone

     the text I sent to friends

     about what I pay for rent and car bills

and you’ll figure out how much mileage

     I put on my car by checking

     my EZ pass and my tire treads

and my Metro Card,

and you’ll know if I was hanging out

     someplace I should not have been

     instead of working

     because they have cameras

     everywhere nowadays

And then all of this information

      will be tagged, sorted and filed

      put together mathematically

and run through that supercomputer

     that made the chess champ look

     like Koko the Gorilla struggling

     with her awkward hands

     unable to signal for help

And this little note

     will also be filed and labeled

and later be used to prove

     that I was crazy and dangerous

     to everyone around me

because I had it figured out.

 

© 2008 henry toromoreno

Originally published in Downtown Brooklyn, Issue 7, 1998

first generation

Y Porque conmigo se

acaban preguntas de inmigracion*

     I was born in Brooklyn and

          have blood in the Bronx

Y porque conmigo se

acaba tener que hablar espanol**

     My kids speak English

          But they know where I’m from

Y porque conmigo se

comienca una nueva cancion***

     I understand what it means to forget

          As we learn to become.

 

 translations:  

* and because with me / questions of immigration end
** and because with me / ends the need to speak Spanish
*** and because with me/ begins a new song

 

© 2008 henry toromoreno

that you should know

for my wife

 

I wrote this for you because I thought

that you should know, I realize that you could be

anywhere right now, but you are here with me.

 

But know too, I’ve seen the ways you’ve been

the places that you love and everything between.

 

It’s what I mean, when I say to you,

I love you. I know what you believe is true.

I know you.

 

And you know that as we share this life,

we keep our separate dreams;

we don’t even agree on what is wrong,

or who is right all the time.

We spare our days, sometimes our nights,

and we fight.

 

Believers that we are that our love should leave a mark;

should scar the heart, the way that beauty demands light.

And that together we are stronger.

Explosive; like dynamite.

 

© 2008 henry toromoreno