THE OUTRAGE PROJECT - Featuring Poet Christopher Carmona

A Letter For Waiting

By Christopher Carmona

 

I am waiting for Lawrence Ferlinghetti…to tell me what to write next…I am waiting in nothingness…for something to happen…but nothing ever happens here…I am waiting for the sparrow to turn red…and whisper that justice in Ferguson is real…I am waiting for tooth fairy to take my teeth and leave money under my pillow …but tooth fairy doesn’t want one tooth…it wants them all…I am waiting for 43 students to return from Guerrero…I am waiting for #Ayotzinapa to mean more than digital cries in tumblr-verse…I am waiting for brown rabbits to turn white so they won’t be asked for papers at checkpoint…I am waiting for tattooed bruises to disappear from women’s faces who only wear fear-scented perfume…I am waiting for the tree of liberty to be refreshed by blood of patriots…not its tired huddled masses…

 

I am waiting for scissors to cut more than paper…I am waiting for paper to be stronger than printed lies…I am waiting to tell myself that less rocks and more talk will change the world…I am waiting for another gunman and his student-riddled bullet ride…so we can talk about change…because we live in nothingness…where only talk is allowed…action is terroristic/ treasonous/ and serves only the 99%...I am waiting for bones to unbreak…for guns to unshoot…for death to give birth to life…and not the other way around…I am waiting for snails to run faster than cheetahs…I am waiting for songs to cure AIDS and paintings to rid us of poverty…not give us money…but enrich lives so that dollars don’t dance in heads like sugarplums on Christmas…I am waiting to give America an 8-pack of crayons with all the colors of the world because she only has white & black. I am waiting for people to see more black and white movies so they can finally appreciate the wonders of purple lilacs and yellow sunflowers…

 

I am waiting for poetry to be written on walls and art to be written down in books…I am waiting for a tomorrow that will start night and end day…I am waiting for white sheets with eyeholes to once again by visible to the world…I am waiting for the avante garde to list its assets on Craigslist…in the personals…LFSJ (looking for social justice) without LHB (light human bondage)…I am waiting for barrios to echo in the halls of Casa Blanca…I am waiting for brothers not to be shot down like paper targets in a shooting range… I am waiting for you choke hold that killed Eric Garner to apologize. I am waiting for someone to actually hear I can’t breathe and do something about it. I am waiting for the 6 bullets buried deep in Michael Brown to admit they knew they shouldn’t have been there. Did you see hands in air, bullets? Black man on knees? Or did you only see the demon named blackness in the mind of whiteness made to feel like little babies with guns? What about you gun that thought you were a Taser? Leaving poor Oscar Grant on a stop he will never exit. What about you hoodie? Were too menacing to walk down a white street in Florida armed with skittles and iced tea,  and Trayvon? I am waiting for an answer.

 

I am waiting for Anonymous to hack through the lies of racism and dump its emails on the internet…showing us that it only eats greed…drinks contempt and watches ignorance on Youtube like porn…I am waiting…I am waiting…I am waiting for brown kids with Spanish skin and whitewashed minds to paint their lives purple like that cow Socrates…I am waiting for poets to have a retirement plan that pays off before they are dead…I am waiting for Mark Strand to come back from the dead…like some zombie poet with only a hunger for flesh ideas...I am waiting for Robin Williams to unkill himself…and teach us about the importance of sucking the marrow out of life…I am waiting for Bill Cosby to unrape all those women…and just be funny again…I am waiting for Howl to be taught in kindergarten…I am waiting for the streets to keep burning so we can always see white cops in the dark…I am waiting for this poem to change the world…I am waiting for the impossible…and I know it…

 

 

 

Christopher Carmona is a Chican@ Beat poet from the Rio Grande Valley of South Texas. The Texas Observer recognized him as being one of the top five writers in 2014. He has two books of poetry, beat and I Have Always Been Here. He edited The Beatest State In The Union: An Anthology of Beat Texas Writings with Chuck Taylor and Rob Johnson and is working on a book called Nuev@s Voces Poeticas: A Dialogue about New Chican@ Poetics with Isaac Chavarria, Gabriel Sanchez, & Rossy Lima Padilla to be published by Slough Press in 2015. Currently he is the Artistic Director of the Coalition of New Chican@ Artists.

This is the 7th post in the 8-part series featuring poets and writers on theme of OUTRAGE. Here is my brief intro to the project.