Posts Tagged ‘Mike Meraz’


 

~ dear, mike meraz

 

somewhere

in Whittier

your poetry

is walking

down

the street

to buy

cigarettes

 

aged 41 now,

 

I read you last night,

sitting

on the edge

of my bed

 

envisioning you

‘watching it burn’;

it’s obvious

you’re nowhere

near

the ocean.

 

 

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Beginning with “Yellow Daffodils” to “The Great Poets” and nearing the end to “Be Kind. Rewind.”, west coast poet, Mike Meraz has left yet another beautiful and breathless dent in my heart.

Since his last collection of poems from “Writhing & Alive” comes a whole new collection of observational poetry delivering more delicious punch than ever before, accompanied by a remarkable illustration.

“WATCHING IT BURN” houses forty-one modestly written undersized poems ranging from self-absorption to self-awareness to self-appreciation thus allowing readers to understand that poets don’t necessarily have to write in the traditional poetic sense first in order to make a proclamation nor that it has to be lengthy, second. And that writing everyday specifics and anecdotes, and lastly transforming them into great pieces of literary free verse art can be just as purposeful and fulfilling as in Mike Meraz’s latest chapbook.

Right from the start, Mike Meraz’s poetry not only pulls the reader in, his poems keep the reader there, keep’s the reader turning the pages right up until the end. A sure delight and an awe inspiring read, “Watching It Burn” lives up to exactly what it means.

-Devlin De La Chapa
Editor of BoySlut


SLEEP 

sleep,  

I loved  
to watch  
her sleep.  

I’d tip-toe  
around the room  
in the half-dark  
not wanting  
to wake her.  

she worked hard,  
sat around,  
watched TV,  
did nothing. 

but I loved  
to watch  
her sleep.  

how beautiful  
she was,  
so gentle,  
so docile,  
in her satin gown.  

my wife,  
my cat,  
my love… 

I loved  
to watch  
her sleep.  

then she’d wake up  
and yell at me.  

 

UP AND ALONE 

up and alone 
at midnight 
my back 
towards the floor 
my eyes 
fixed on darkness 
recalling dreams 
of murder 
of torture 
and bliss. 
disappointed 
this night will end 
I swing my legs 
to the floor 
I get up 
and light a cigarette 
for an instant 
the flame 
lights up the room 
then is gone 
just like my life 
my soul 
and everyone 
I have ever loved.

AN OBSERVATION  

I am sure you have seen it before, 
a man and a woman embracing 
and it seems the woman does not want to let go. 
I never understood this, 
this woman holding onto this man so tight 
like he is the only thing left 
keeping her alive. 
it is sad, I think, how she loves him so much. 
he might break her heart, or worse, 
string her along for convenience. 
whenever I see a sight like this I feel sad, 
because it is always bad 
when we allow a human being 
to become our only source 
of happiness.