King of Tango

King of the Tango

I am sitting under a banyan tree…. sounds poetic but not really true, I am in Texas.

I remember you so well dancing under a sunny sky with your boom box

black hat and black suit, defying a sunny day

You had Tango tangled inside your soul with all your memories

I don’t think it mattered to you if anyone was watching

You needed the dance to begin in solitude

You needed a reason to lose yourself ( I’m reading your mind in a not so humble way).

Old but agile, limbs bending sliding feet and moving hands sometimes standing still in a pose of resistance as Evita sleeps beside you

Peaceful in your dancing dream

You forget the crime and the poverty

What you lost you gain defying  gravity

I wanted to dance today like you did before

Carlos Gardel crooning in my headphones while I ride my rented mountain bike on an old ocean floor

I was too self – conscience

I was too sold out to the crowd

Unable to speak your language

Now I  can only crown you King of the Tango

You are taking my mind back to a place so hard to find

Somewhere between fate and beauty, love and war

If it’s only living what am I waiting for?

Singularity

Humankind is running out of time. We can be re-written in code. DNA clocked, have our memories stocked in tubes and wires. Into the Singularity, we can rise, fly through fathomless depths of galaxies untied from gravity.

If we embrace this new reality, we can solve the problem of our lizard brains.

Human pain and imperfection and the problem of human error will end when we merge with the microchip.

We can start a new human-engineered evolution.

The computer brain won’t accept mediocrity or make mistakes.

Aging, death and the demise of the planet would not determine our future anymore.

We could let this human form fall away.

Our electronic eyes would see new horizons, breathe new atmospheres

float across the universe.

If our computer brain was merged with our human brain

we would no longer taste the stench of poverty

feel the guilt of humanity or experience

inequality without finding a solution. Greed, sorrow, sickness, pain would be gone forever. Until the computers determined, we must be deleted. System failure.

The Beauty Club

The nations of the world unite at Sephora tonight The Champs Elysees sets the stage The pretty boys, the glamorous girls Everybody wants a new lipstick shade The international chic and the bourgeoisie

We sing with one voice our silent prayer

If you are beautiful, you are never lonely If you are beautiful, you can hold me If you are beautiful, you will never die If you are beautiful, you will never cry

Practiced in the art of illusion Sleight of hand brings a fusion of sight and sound Feels like solid ground The beauty club takes a secret oath Never say die, live forever inside these walls Pulled uptight, eyelids bright, wrinkle-free

Back in the garden naked was gold Never got cold, never got old, never needed a jacket or a new dress to hack it No shame, no guilt, and no need for admission Just beautiful days with sunlight drenching down our skin Never told a lie, never needed to hide Those were the days before we were slaves

We sing with one voice our silent prayer If you are beautiful, you are never lonely If you are beautiful, you can hold me If you are beautiful, you will never die If you are beautiful, you will never cry

So here we are under artificial light searching for the lost Eden Me, the old guard, and the new bohemian Even though I know it’s just smoke and mirrors Oz is just an average guy behind velvet ropes and drawn curtains I buy the quest hook line and sinker Study the pages, find out what the rage is

Got to have it, grab it When I look in the mirror I see the slave is me, in modern chains

so fashionably