cc "TONY ROBLES" the muse apprentice guild
--expanding the canon into the 21st century




THREE WORKS
BY TONY ROBLES

MY KIND OF WOMAN

give me a
meat-eating
woman

a woman who
looks at a map
and doesn't see
countries

but cuts
of meat

a woman who
wears earrings made
of meat balls

a woman who'll
give you a black eye
and slap a steak on
it

medium rare
well done
medium well

any way
you like

a woman who wears
a pork chop as
a badge

a woman who can hit
a home run with a
roll of salami

give me a woman
who bites a pig's ear
like a knock-down
drag-out fight

give me a greasy
pan fried
deep fried
woman

Don't give me
a woman with
seaweed for hair

don't give me
a woman preaching
until my brain becomes
covered with algae

don't give me a
woman with compost
in her bed

give me a meat-eating,
no fillers, by products, artificial
preservatives or colorings
woman

give me a woman
who sticks to
the ribs

give me a woman
who wears a
belt made of
bacon

give me a woman
who wears a necklace
made of neckbones, oxtails,
fishbones, wishbones

give me a
woman with fish scale
skin

That's a woman
i can call
my kin

a woman of
the same
skin

give me
a meat
eating

woman

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ODE TO MANONG VICENTE PASCUA

When you open your
eyes i see the
moon and the
sun

I passed before your
eyes day after day

You were there when
i got off the
train

You were there,
the first face i saw,
the first real face i
saw on my way to

my job in the concrete
graveyard known
as the financial
district

In passing, you'd say
"Good morning...God bless
you"

And sometimes the
people would give you a
quarter for a newspaper and
sometimes they wouldn't

I always saw you in
passing

In passing you'd say hello
to me or nod...in passing...
always in
passing

In passing going somewhere
in passing going nowhere
in passing not knowing
what i was
passing

Manong Pascua, open
your eyes

i want to see
the moon and
the sun again

Manong Pascua, i don't
want to walk past you
anymore

Manong Pascua, tell me,
how do you cook
your rice?

Manong, can i help you carry
something or can i get you a
cup of coffee?

You don't have to
say yes or no, manong

just open
your eyes
and i'll know what
to do

Manong Pascua, i looked
for you this morning

I thought i saw
you

I looked but you
weren't there

I looked and looked
and saw the faces,
the faceless faces,
the faces without eyes
walking, passing by, passing
everything

just passing

I looked past them but
couldn't find
you

I finally stopped
and looked up
and saw the moon
and the sun

and knew
you were

there

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ODE TO UNCLE SAM

Uncle Sam
Wants you,
Son

He wants your
Hands, chopped
At the wrists

Dripping red
Ink

As he dips
Into the well
To write a bad
Check

Uncle Sam
Wants you badly
Son

He wants to rip
Your tongue out
And hang it proudly
Like slabs of meat
On a hook

Hanging silently

Uncle Sam
Wants you,
Son

He wants your
Fingers

No, wait…

He wants one
Finger

One to give
You and one to
Push a button so there's
No you left

Uncle Sam wants
You, son

He wants your
Legs so you can't
Run to get away for
A minute, a second,
A heartbeat

Uncle Sam
Wants you, son

He wants your
Eyes to see nothing

He wants your eyes
Unable to cry

He wants to tear
Your eyes out and use
'em for ying yang
balls

Uncle Sam
Wants you, son

He wants to pull
Your face off and graft
It to his so he can cover
His ugliness

Uncle Sam wants
You, son

He wants every hair
From your body to stuff
His mattress with so he can
Sleep at night

Uncle Sam
Wants you, son

He wants you to be
Grateful to him, to
Worship him, to kill
For him

Uncle Sam wants
You, son

He wants your
Every resource

He wants your feet
To stomp out the fire
Of dissent

He wants your hands
To choke out the free
Flowing poems of
Peace

He wants your breath
To blow out the
Candle of hope

Uncle Sam wants
You, son

He wants
Every part of
You badly

Until there's
Nothing
Left

Nothing
Left

Nothing
Left

But
Him