I was not born to lose
My life is in nostalgia gone out of style.
Like a friend said
when he got beaten by the police:
This is fucked up.
The world ain’t worth shit.
Better I stay stoned.
The least I could do
is blame it on the energy shortage
the speed of time
or the objective eye of the world
but I know
it is my negligence
that opens and closes the doors
until I surrender
I get tired
of the idiotic pride in being a man.
Wolves can tell the most
magnificent stories about perverse lambs.
Lizards do not know
they live in the Third World,
can’t invent bombs.
Sergio A. Ortiz is a gay poet, a two-time Pushcart nominee, a four-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016 Best of the Net nominee. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Loch Raven Review, Drunk Monkeys, Algebra Of Owls, Free State Review, and The Paragon Journal.