Friday, March 1, 2024

Selected Works, Joseph Delgado

 
With your meco in hand,
Smelling dawn in your ass crack,
Like doves seeking twigs (nests made of dirty sheets)
 
Lifted leg, ball sack, pelos rich
With spit, with the mouth breathing of
Swallows gathering mud (pressed into asshole)
 
Tongue swollen, like bee sting, like
Ripened peach, thai smell i lift with
My finger tips, slipped out of you (lost tooth)


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Omens in the buff shine of
Car hoods, sun, light cleaves,
Bent in the high gloss (sweated chests)
 
These tire marks, across grass stain,
Pressed earth. Broken quartz. Broken 
Teeth. Chrome colored (pechos made of metal)
 
This heat, wafting from muffler, from
Bronzed exhaust, fumes of frajos, smoke
Lifting like pollen (bellies glistening)

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Cat claw, juniper stinking (of moonshine, of hot hot).

(rusted- like tin can she says) shh, like moon,

Riding down, the stem of hot night, pulsing-

Like beetle, strangled, (breasts thicker than storms)

And smell it, (aroma of shit flies) down, this

-oleander, rot, roots like rusted nails. Rust.

(oxidization of legs) this bruise of

Land, weed grown, heavy with sweat, (cum) blood

Of sparrows, (shot down like whores) shot through

The lower jaw. (the sings of singed meat)

These birds-like charcoal covered wings.



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Tremor: thighs split like atoms,
Hair running down the calves, i suckle
On a toe, edge of shaft, cock (thunderstorm)
 
I pull with my teeth, at nipple, at
Sobaco smell, at the crack of your ass,
Smelling of soap, water, drains. (busted pipes)
 
My mouth a flytrap, clamped, down your
Skin, your taste, your flimsy bones,
Veins full of heat ( old cedar smell)


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Quail keep the time, as you fuck me
Back of your truck, tailgate down.
Boots, jeans at ankles (black birds clacking)
 
Belt buckle, loose, slapping thigh,
Your clot of hair thumping against
Ass, thigh, my body bent for you (shifting mesquite)
 
I feel the heat of metal, at my palms,
Pressed, on all fours, drunk, you slip
Your dick, deep, moan like dog. (moth hunters)


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JOSEPH DELGADO was born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He graduated from Saint Pius X High School in Albuquerque and attended The College of Santa Fe. His work has previously appeared in The Santa Fe Literary Review, Trajectory, and Collective Brightness: LBGTQ Poets on Spirituality (Sibling Rivalry Press). He currently resides on the Fort Mojave Indian Reservation in Mohave Valley, Arizona.


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