2 Poems by Sergio A. Ortiz

Fatigue 

Tired? Yes, tired of two lips,
twenty fingers, & I don't know
how many words. Of fragmented
grayish memories.

Worn-out of this old
modest skeleton so chaste
that when it undresses
I won't know if they're the same
bones used while living.

Drained of lacking feelers,
of not having one eye
on each shoulder blade
& an authentic cheerful tail.
Of this degenerate
hypocritical little ass.

But above all, weary of being
with myself when the dream ends.
Me, & the same nose and legs,
like I don't want to wait for the shoal
in my beach complexion,
offering the dew two magnolia breasts,
caressing earth with my caterpillar belly.



Toilets

I’m in love
with a homeless man.
We’ve got a lot

in common,
lawyers politicians
rejection.

We have heated discussions
about the face-fucking
activity in D.C. toilets.

But when he grabs
my dick & licks my nipples
it’s just me & him.


Bionote

Sergio A. Ortiz is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a four-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016 Best of the Net nominee. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in FRIGG, Tipton Poetry Journal, Drunk Monkeys, Bitterzeot Magazine, Moko, and The Paragon Journal.  He is currently working on his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard.