JAYAN KC

Atlantic Avenue pierces the breasts of the river.

Eyeing the eternal wonders of the waves,

They rub each other’s bodies

Like tightly wound bows…

Over their moans, Brooklyn Bridge

Encircle them With the Swoon of a Lorca song.

From there, to reach the statue of liberty,

Float on Nicanor para’s asthmatic phlegm…

Remembering the bald eagle tattooed on the…

Go-go dancer’s naval, on Wall Street…

The male prostitute from Dominican Republic

Arrived yesterday,

Today he is tenderly offering his ass in the global market…

Where Peruvian nun whores in the charity club

Argentine girl, who gave me a blow job last night

Told me many things

In the tenements of Chilean mine workers,

Banana plantations of Nicaragua

Even in zapatist communes of Mexico

Roosters grow breasts…

Oh ,I owe her dollar fifty in back wages

At Tomkin Square park

A pakistani brown nigger

Was gang raped by policemen

Without health Insurance

He just bled to death.

His circumcised penis

Was displayed at the city hall

For three minutes.

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America,

Here the penis of an Indian indentured servant

Never weighs equal to boobs of a registered nurse…

So to keep the green card green,

I slid down to the basement

Drinking puerto-Rican rum or

teach the kids the latest techniques in birth control…

Once I caught my fourteen year old son

ogling his mother in a bathing suit,

I killed that Oedipus the same night.

Accomplishing this beautiful deed

By lacing his after dinner crack with cyanide

oh, how hated the Oedipal eyes of children…

3

On Malcolm X Boulevard

A Negro baby complains to FDA

That his mother’s milk tastes of marijuana…

A Bosnian refugee was electrocuted ,

His crime: shitting on First Avenue, that too in front of the UN.

News: Early morning today Ken Saro-Viva was hanged.

When Indian poet Satchidanadan wrote his

Moournful obituary,all that came out was three

Green hairs from his nose.

(News from the secret archives of international green politics)

Sani Abacha does not masturbate anymore…

(This has been directly translated from the bedroom dairies

of a Nigerian virgin called Franca O Koody…

Straight from Yarooba,

Wrong ? … Damn you…)

Only one request: Please do not say this to Rev.Louis FarraKhan…

Bill and Hillary and me are scared of Gaddhaafi,

Oh beautiful Hillary;

She always winks at me on TV

I make paper boats with secret whitewater files,

Rafting in the bathtub …

Though I am not yet dead

She promises that she would talk to me

Along with Gandhi and Rajaneesh.

4

I do not bend over in Brooklyn,

Joseph Brodsky’s spirit is still Wandering there…

I cant call myself a poet, since

Ginsburg is not yet dead…

Through her apartment windows,

Meena looks down at Hudson, compassionately,

Tender as earth’s love…

5

I got to run…

To st.Marks’s place or Tompkin Square park

She…(He..?) is waiting for me there…

She…(He..?) who wears silver rigs on

Ears,

Nose,

Tongue,

Lips,

Nipples,

Navel

Clitoris,

Everywhere… calls me.

Deer,

December,

Scorpions,

Conches,

Lotus,

Phallus

Leaves of grass

Elephant, peacock and camel

Tattooed on her (his) body,

Invite me to her..(him)… I cant Stay….

Before the warlords with burning crosses and white masks catch me…

I’ve got to run…

I tune to RunDMC

"Fuck that shit ..I am the great great New yorker"

Translated By: P.C. Balachandran

Copyright  © 1998 Jayan K.C

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