Communism on the Run

Dear Blog,

I had the best idea for a poem today and have completely forgotten it now that I have chosen to write it down. I'm drinking this tea concoction I made in the union. What you do, is you take a tea bag (preferably chai or that other kind of tea that has that slight orangey-cinaminomy twist to it. [CONSTANT COMMENT!- that's what it is!]) then go over to the cappuccino machine and pour yourself some "frothy milk". That's what it says, "frothy milk". Then, BAM, Chai Latte, hot at your fingertips, made by the best barista on earth - you! It's really tasty. I also have a chocolate chip pop-tart, toasted in the toaster, so things are looking up.

I've been kinda MIA, Blog, to you and my dear cousin (sorry about that, Your Highness). It's been all work and very little play for this Jack. Does that make me a dull boy? Irresponsible? Somewhere between dull boy and irresponsible? I'll take "famous irresponsible yet dull boys" for 300, Alex. Thanks.

Well, I survived tequila. And vodka at the drag show. And Mint Juleps at the Kentucky Derby. But it's been a rough go, despite all my fantastical adventures. I was reading Time the other day (oh, sorry. My beret just fell off onto my Persian rug that I bought when I anchored my yacht in "gay pari" so I've got to put down this pipe I made from the bark of the tree that Jesus was crucified on and pick it up. Sorry) when I came across an interesting article...

That now, I can't remember. Hah! How funny is that! I'm sure I had something great and profound to say, but, because I was not able to write this blog all in one sitting, will be gone forever. Forever. 

Damn. Foiled again. The Time thing I was thinking of was the spread they did on love. Something about it was really bothering me, but I suppose I'm over it now, as I can't recall what I was typing about. 

So. Fidel's retired. Quit. How is communism going to make the greatest comeback of all time with Fidel, it's greatest advocator, dead? Eh? When I think of Cuba being under communist rule, I don't think of cubans as communists. I think of Fidel as a communist and everyone else just minding their own. I can understand why he did quit, though. While he was ahead and all. What was he, 78? 86? Something like that. I was watching TV the other day and saw this documentary, 638 Ways to Kill Castro. Count on age and assassination plots to hinder a man's dreams of becoming the oldest president/communist/thing ever. Although, Fidel was a bad-ass. According to Wikipedia, an ex-lover of his tried to smuggle some poison in a jar of cold cream, and, when he found out, he supposedly gave the girl a gun and told her to shoot him. She lost her nerve. I would have liked to have seen Fidel Castro ruling Cuba for all eternity, but that goes against some very hard truths. Only Death, taxes, and diamonds are forever. 

But there's still hope - Raúl Castro. Bring it on. 

Well, I've got the shivers. And Granny's coming in here to tell me to shut my curtains, in case a tornado breaks out my glass window. "That'll make it less dangerous and easier to clean", she says. Hmm. 

Love,

 

P. I. Staker

Tequila, Notas Para Tequila

Dear Tequila,

You harsh, harsh beverage.

Love,

P.I. Staker




Dear P.I.,

Grow a pair and learn to take it.

Love,

Tequila.

P.S. - Buy some salt and some goddamn lime, you bastard.




Dear Tequila,

You bring out the worst in me.

Love,

P.I.




Dear P.I.,

This wouldn't be a problem if your worst were just a little bit better. As it is, your worst kinda sucks.


Love,

Tequila




Dear Tequila,

I will never touch you again.

Love,

P.I. Staker




Dear P. I. Staker,

Liar.

Love,

Tequila




Dear Tequila,

I guess there's no hiding it from you. See you next week?

Love,

P. I. Staker

Tequila

Dear Blog,

Bullshit. If I were loved the way I love I would never sleep.

Here is a poem I found the other day. I found another double tequila shot in my fridge, so I just took that. I have a headache now. Good news, though. This may mean my first hangover! I'm kinda excited about it. Like I've been missing out on something or something. Or something. O rso me thing. Or so me th in g,


Canción de Otoño en Primavera

Juventud, divino tesoro,
¡ya te vas para no volver!
Cuando quiero llorar, no lloro...
y a veces lloro sin querer.

Plural ha sido la celeste
historia de mi corazón.
Era una dulce niña, en este
mundo de duelo y aflicción.

Miraba como el alba pura;
sonreía como una flor.
Era su cabellera obscura
hecha de noche y de dolor.

Yo era tímido como un niño.
Ella, naturalmente, fue,
para mi amor hecho de armiño,
Herodías y Salomé...

Juventud, divino tesoro
¡ya te vas para no volver...!
Cuando quiero llorar, no lloro,
y a veces lloro sin querer...

La otra fue más sensitiva,
y más consoladora y más
halagadora y expresiva,
cual no pensé encontrar jamás.

Pues a su continua ternura
una pasión violenta unía.
En un peplo de gasa pura
una bacante se envolvía...

En sus brazos tomó mi ensueño
y lo arrulló como a un bebé...
Y le mató, triste y pequeño
falto de luz, falto de fe...

Juventud, divino tesoro,
¡te fuiste para no volver!
Cuando quiero llorar, no lloro,
y a veces lloro sin querer...

Otra juzgó que era mi boca
el estuche de su pasión
y que me roería, loca,
con sus dientes el corazón

poniendo en un amor de exceso
la mira de su voluntad,
mientras eran abrazo y beso
síntesis de la eternidad:

y de nuestra carne ligera
imaginar siempre un Edén,
sin pensar que la Primavera
y la carne acaban también...

Juventud, divino tesoro,
¡ya te vas para no volver!...
Cuando quiero llorar, no lloro,
¡y a veces lloro sin querer!

¡Y las demás!, en tantos climas,
en tantas tierras, siempre son,
si no pretexto de mis rimas,
fantasmas de mi corazón.

En vano busqué a la princesa
que estaba triste de esperar.
La vida es dura. Amarga y pesa.
¡Ya no hay princesa que cantar!

Mas a pesar del tiempo terco,
mi sed de amor no tiene fin;
con el cabello gris me acerco
a los rosales del jardín...

Juventud, divino tesoro,
¡ya te vas para no volver!...
Cuando quiero llorar, no lloro,
y a veces lloro sin querer...

¡Mas es mía el Alba de oro!