Selected Poems

How Much Longer

Do I have to wait?
How many hours
more will pass by?
How much longer
do I have to pretend?

All these nights

without any sleep
Hoping for that
day to come
for you to tell me
what you feel about me

I never ever concentrate
I am always at the edge
everything is always
spinning
give me an answer--
either yes or no

Because I'm dying
in need for love
because I'm breaking up.
My life is a desert
my thirsty body
keeps asking
for you to come

- Reymundo Rodriquez (1993)

Smooth and Rough

His hands are rough and
large, almost the size of a base
ball mitt, yet his release is
as soft and light as a snow
flake. His body is hard and lean
and well-designed for all the
intense pounding, jumping, running
and pouncing. He slashes through
defenders like a knife going through
flesh. The ball is cradled in his
hands as if it were a newborn
baby waiting to be fed. He attacks
the basket with a vengeance and
makes a great play. And today
was a good day.

- Darrell Johnson (1993)

Don't eat burger of a whale
or salads
love to sail
hate ballads

And prisons
love the sea
also visions
that's me

On the phone
talking sports
that's fun
water sports

like going fast
not being lost
racing to the sea
Hey, that's me