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Carlos Andrés Gómez of the The Excelano Project

Carlos Andrés Gómez is a politically and socially-involved activist, writer, teacher, and poet originally from New York City. He was the 2001 Pronoun Showdown Philadelphia Grand Slam Champion, a 2003 Nuyorican Grand Slam Finalist, and a member of the 2003 Nuyorican National Slam Team that placed 2nd out of 63 teams at the 14th Annual National Poetry Slam. A burgeoning artist and performer, he has shared the stage and opened for a diverse range of well-known musical acts, such as Wyclef Jean, Immortal Technique, Brent Shuttleworth, Toots and the Maytals, Maya Azucena, and Reel Big Fish. Recently, Carlos appeared with Ursula Rucker in the world premiere of Grammy-nominated composer/musician Hannibal Lokumbe’s acclaimed production, Trilogy.


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Antioquia

Almost lacquered
in bleach, the
rug still taunts
my muddied shoes. I can

hear it – those Peruvian lamps,
Murrano candleholders,
and the endless preciousness
of that room
shining through every
rambunctiousness, glint of mischief.

And somehow,
in the middle of that
world, Abuelita watches
her Spanish soap operas,
skims a reader’s digest,
and cooks huevos pericos
just as she’s done for 27 years.

I used to wonder
what her apartment would
look like if it were messy –
her chiffon night gown
tussled on the floor,
a breakfast plate, half eaten,
perched atop the smooth oak table,
or that portrait of Medellín
noticeably tilted on the far wall.

She’s 93 now,
and I still haven’t
found mud
on the rug
or a dirty plate.

I sometimes think
that maybe she
was destined to live
without the clutter and filth –

born to a life
of folded cardigans
and stacked slippers,
proper tea breaks,
and starched blouses;

or maybe
she is that regal
coat hanging near the door,

which I might put on,
and breathe easily;
left simply clothed,
with the
rise and fall
of my chest.



How to impress Your Distinguished Ivy League Professor

Do not vacillate or dither,
But if such is beginning to happen unexpectedly in mid phrase turned run-on sentence…
Enshroud your bullshit with loquacious language
And a cadence of pretentious despicability.

As always, naturally, your speech
Should be preceded and followed
By equally ostentatious idioms and phrases
Of the highest order.

Hang your chin high while listening,
As if dangled by puppet strings,
And fret not of your _expression appearing contrived:
Ivy professors always enjoy a well-trained sap.

Occasionally, trace jaw line with hand
And furrow brow in mock emotionality,
As if contemplating Darwin, Gobineau,
Or a cost-benefit analysis of gang-rape versus nuclear war.

Now and then, nod –
To prove you’re listening,
And, definitely, ignore that girl’s pencil
That just fell on the floor next to your foot.

Finally, at lecture’s end,
Strut confidently out of your seat,
Avoiding a pair of gentle eyes nearby
That have been watching you all class.



Role Model

I am that hourglass
silhouette
on your back
cover,
bare and shapen,
beckoning
with my gentle
whispered
pose.

Poised in
my diamond
aesthete prayer,
each waking morning

I testify to the perfection of God.

I convert the faithless,
through a
cleansing of purge,
from the page turn
of adolescent want
to a bathroom baptism
of beautiful self-control.

I am that choke of vomit,
that piercing scorn
tearing at the glorious overhang
of your exposed navel,
fulfilling my breaths
with a chorus of scalpel-
affirmed indoctrination.

Their hollow-eyed shepherd,
buried with iris
beneath opalescent cloud,
I hunger for the converted;
swallowing
their dreams
one
by
one.



© Carlos Andrés Gómez



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