Poem… Your Covid–19 Death Wish

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Your Covid–19 Death Wish

–september 23, 2020–
springfield, oh

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

May the universe grant you
the so-called freedom you seek.
My goal is not to change your foolish views,
nor rustic thoughts birthed by your feet.

May the grant be yours, and only yours.
And if George Washington prefers,
let him readily confer
such freedom and its idiocy,
as you bask in your delinquency
and stupidity of life without a mask.
For George, it’s an easy task.

Do you realize that we speak
of your suicide?
Your arrogance and trumpery1 at its peak…

Even more than simple homicide,
it’s the battery & murder of those you might infect.

God speaks to you, his-her-its message don’t reject:
let others live happily
with their masks under “oppression.”

But should you want to live satanically…
Well, as for you and your fetishized transgression,
may the angels see you as you are: a murderer,
an aggressor,
an ass, and the epitome of retrogression.


1Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary: worthless nonsense, trivial or useless articles –First Known Use: 15th century, Middle English (Scots) trompery deceit, from Middle French, from tromper to deceive. Oxford Dictionary: attractive articles of little value or use, practices or beliefs that are superficially or visually appealing but have little real value or worth, showy but worthless, delusive or shallow –Origin: late Middle English (denoting trickery): from Old French tromperie, from tromper ‘deceive’.


Your Covid–19 Death Wish will appear in a future book of poems & stories (release date | July 2021)–


Poema… soy

–estoy harto de un mundo desconectado y separado por categorías, marbetes y etiquetas–


soy

–27 de julio de 2020–
springfield, ohio

por Luis S. González-Acevedo

soy
hijo de muchos abriles
un nada más
lanzado
hacia un nada menos
una masa de carne, uno entre muchos
atrapado en un mundo
de categorías, etiquetas
y marbetes generales,
soy

soy será publicado en un libro de poemas e historias en julio 2021–


 

Poem… i am

–i so, so dislike a world disjointed and separated by categories & labels–

i am

–july 27, 2020–
springfield, ohio

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

i’m
a child of many aprils
nothing more
hurled
toward nothing less
than a human being, a mass of flesh
trapped in a world
that’s all for
and of labels,
i am

i am will appear in a future book of poems & stories (release date | July 2021)–


 

Poema… has estado tan mugroso… oda al sucio

comfort room area
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–un supuesto poema frívolo para tiempos difíciles–

has estado tan mugroso… oda al sucio

–24 de julio de 2020–
springfield, ohio

por Luis S. González-Acevedo

por respeto
a toda mugre que aún no tengo en mí…
ruego
que un buen baño me deje oliendo a popurrí
antes de enmugrarme de nuevo y azotar
con una peste endiablada e imposible de ignorar

has estado tan mugroso… oda al sucio será publicado en un libro de poemas e historias en julio 2021–


 

Poem… have you ever been so dirty: ode to filth

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–a lighthearted, so-called poem for difficult times–

have you ever been so dirty… ode to filth

–july 23, 2020–
springfield, ohio

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

 

out of respect
for muck that’s not already on me…
i expect
the need to shower and be rancidness-filth-free
before getting dirty once more
with a putrid stench one can’t ignore

have you ever been so dirty… ode to filth will appear in a future book of poems & stories (release date | July 2021)–