Benito Vila lives in a remote fishing village on Mexico’s Pacific coast. He first had his poetry published in 2020 in Love Love, an underground magazine based in Paris. His other published work includes the editing Of Myth & Men, a narrative cut-up of poet Charles Plymell’s email correspondence (for Bottle of Smoke Press), and creating profiles of "counterculture” instigators for pleasekillme.com and legsv
I am meant to breathe and smile, be human.
I am meant to grow, the way an acorn is meant to be an oak tree.
Enough of fetishes and materialism
Enough of verse in rhymes and measures
Enough of private clubs and endless vacation
Enough of clarity, control and self-improvement
Enough of who’s who, what’s what and where it’s at
Enough of chattering, poking and blaming
Enough of alerts, dings and constant noise
Enough of emotion, logistics and expectations
Enough of oil spills, dead fish and dead birds
Enough of greed, the apocalypse, jingoism and Election Day
Enough of mystics, misogynists and misinformation
Enough of pointing out differences and glorifying privilege
Enough of the 289 ways of Christ
Enough of repeating old news over and over and over
Enough of selling doubt and fear all day long and doing it again the next day
Enough of sentence structure and social hierarchies
Enough of spotlights becoming crosshairs
Enough of likes and efficiencies
Enough of self-pity, self-esteem and skin creams
Enough of ascribing sex, shaming intelligence and repeating big lies
Enough of rectangles and refusing to acknowledge the obvious
Enough of kindness coming in second
I want to stand tall, hear birds describe God.
I want to have the ground feel good when I go to lay down.
The New Now
The new now is taking notes
to begin a new narrative.
The new now is more than
the same old shit, imperceptibly different.
It’s an everywhere of everything
where everyone is sacred, where each living thing is a saint.
The gift is to die dreaming.
Shouldn’t we all get to die dreaming?
I come awake to the history of the world
as being only about what’s going on right now.
The past, the future, so much of that depends on
the snake, the swan, the maiden, the moon.
I’m in no hurry to find out
where Holden’s ducks or where Bob’s roads go.
Welcome the new blood.
It has new life in it.
I have a feeling about you and me:
we’re building cathedrals we can marvel at.
We need each other.
It doesn’t get any simpler than that.