The Poetry of JOSE M. TIRADO
Presented by Gary Corseri
THE ONLY THINKING ANIMAL
Pensive, and not knowing
Which way to go, the thinking creature
Retreats in a circle,
REMEMBRANCES: FLESH DREAMS, NAGOYA
Even in the darkest days
I remember flesh dreams,
supple, painted bright, lit by paper lanterns
stoically placed before the bamboo inn.
When the moon retreated, we bathed
with tilted heads then swam off blue into some
lost river sinking lower down the basin’s rich rice fields
to greet the dark constant ocean.
There were snapshots seared before
the scroll: a sliding door, an unused
brush, small tipsy night walks home through parks.
There days passed for nights, and
we´d sing sybaritic successes to
a Kannon who thought we’d lied.
Sensed raw, drawn fully,
for only a handful of sake cliches,
a hundred days a year, I slept.
The rest masked a hole I worked
to find the sand to fill.
Reverend Jose M. Tirado is a poet, priest, psychologist, and political writer who grew up in NYC and Miami, lived for five years in Japan, and is now completing a PhD in psychology while living in Iceland. His articles and poetry have been featured at Cyrano’s Journal Showcase, CounterPunch, Dissident Voice, The International Journal of Transpersonal Studies, Swan’s Commentary, The Endless Search, Gurdjieff Internet Guide and other venues. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org .