Cuba Studies by Wallace Barker

Holy Day


i am alone in the world and it has always
been this way bc i have isolated myself
thru years and years of patient efforts
dark wires encircle the globe
i am hiding in an embargoed nation
do you ever dream of a searcher
who will find you in yr hidden place?
at taberna la botija there are slave
implements on the walls as decor
a reminder of the sugar plantations
that first brought wealth to trinidad
the revolution destroyed that wealth
but of course the slaves are gone too
an old man stands at the window
holding cigars he tries to sell
in the santeria temple i left
an offering of 200 pesos to a dark saint
when i emerged from the temple
a crowd had gathered around a street dog
giving birth on a soiled mattress pad
bendito, bendito, bendito


La Distancia

i programmed havana with my dreams
the code is degrading and music is playing
art deco plaster facades crumble into the ocean
i am no longer able to control my environment
we recline in the shade of a beach palapa
in verradero we ate fish and pork
later we drank piña coladas at el mirador
overlooking the bacunayagua bridge
pink plaster is sliding off
my colonial mind into the sea
ppl are standing along the highways
holding pesos in the air
the more money they display
the farther they must go

Vas Bien, Fidel


eating pizza at a sidewalk cafe
along calle teniente rey
i felt a tap on my shoulder
a beggar boy around six or seven
offered to sell me a paper rose
he was shirtless at night in old havana
i declined the rose “no gracias” 
he asked if i would buy a chela
i declined the beer
he asked for a slice of my pizza
a trio of cuban musicians played
bongos and a shrill trumpet
crowds passed on either side of our table
exhausted dancers pantomimed salsa
in hopes of a “regalito” from tourists
i told the boy twice “no tengo nada no tengo nada”
and turned back to my table while
he slipped away into the crowds
i ate my remaining pizza like ashes
then also disappeared into the passing throng


Wallace Barker lives in Austin, Texas. His most recent book Collected Poems 2009-2022 is available from Maximus Books. His debut poetry collection La Serenissima is available from Gob Pile Press. More of his work can be found at wallacebarker.com.

Two Poems by Wallace Barker

You Can Count on Me

the drunken mess of my little brother
dragging him home in the night away
from the party he had become militantly
comical screaming in the faces
of other party guests and laughing
in a strangely glottal way i had never
really heard from him before
his breath humid with beer
and wet cigarette butts
his torn military jacket faded

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Origami City

heading back to work on a cold and sunny day
ive earned a living my entire life now i support
plenty of other people i drive to the office
spend 8 or 10 hours frustrated and cross
then drive back home at night often eat dinner
alone that i have warmed up in the microwave
i know about quiet desperation but i also know
about real desperation because i have driven beneath
the overpass and seen the homeless encampment there
the city folds over onto itself and some people
are crushed that way and some people navigate
the creases over and over even as the folding
leaves a smaller and smaller page

 

Peaceful Easy Feeling

I was very drunk at a martini party
sitting around the fire pit with some
young successful tech bros and lawyers
my friend gave me a vape pen with
indica weed when I first arrived and

I was stoned losing my grip.
These guys were talking at me about
something but the fire was so warm
I couldn’t really respond and I thought my
normal thoughts about being overwhelmed
and possibly inferior and then you arrived
Alicia in your green dress and black boots
with your bangs falling across your glasses
and I liked that so much I like you so much
you seemed very cool to me.
I told the guys around the fire that you
are my wife in an interrupting manner and
I felt very glad and self-assured about you.
That made me calm and strong in my thoughts.
The fire was indeed warm so I sat back and
you talked and made everyone laugh.

 

Wallace Barker lives in Austin, Texas. He has been published in Neutral Pages, Reality Hands, Soft Cartel, and Philosophical Idiot. More of his work can be found at wallacebarker.com