Gabriel Ojeda-Sague

Gabriel Ojeda-Sague

from Jazzercise is a Language

trumpeter in your catalog make no

mistake my purse is lost upon my

waking the rodeo dynamite the white

crystal legs psuedo-science of car

batteries do this with me and a-one

and a-two and a three-e-and-a-four

I’m made for more I develop black

photos under red light my relief in

clean cardboard the phrasing nested

lightly between pixels sticky sun beat

up ramshackle spartans there is a

great grey hole behind venus that is

sucking gas fast and will leave us

without knees I burp a contrail it

soars across the sky it’s true the

light of the sun does meet my skin I

was born to replicate puerto rico I

bankrupt the indigo freeway I have

lost 6 pounds this week alone I am

committed I am supplementing this

with diet and light weight training

please be sure to supplement this

with diet and light weight training

for the best results I am not transparent

nor am I defensive I am a medical

center I am your best customer I

must be as stuck in your nose as the

q-tip oh jill it’s not true I did buy the

oatmeal you asked for I did I spent

my own money on it too no I am not

harassing your secretary I really

believe she is not from this planet

and neither is our son I am only as

glassine as the program allows this

is my two-handed axe my volcanic

suv he thinks he has me to himself

but I am not a bowl of cereal you are

if fairies only new the horrible smell

of their wings gourmet scallions midi

august I took raw graphite from the

burial of the blimp let your knees

drop to the floor completely smile

and be yourself look straight into the

light chocolate involution always

before always before the sound of

elephants this is my favorite routine

to mark my tibia with red circles then

over some hill there is the rest of the

world my friend would want me to

say this is the truth the sun is

amazing but I am not my

friend my lamp is amazing


for Sade Murphy

What stuffs

the lack of sound

is always a train

High on obituaries,

I put my feathered eyes

on another man

who is measuring the room


I’d like to change

Simply, the

zones are

redrawing again

Like a bottle,

I still don’t worry about towers

I’m more nervous

about peacetime

and the rewiring

of cited sources

Everybody knows

I love to U-turn

in Miami traffic

It’s for the Doppler

and for hitting the

palms again