LANGSTON HUGHES TRIBUTE ISSUE
        Regie Cabico
         
           
        
        
          LEARNING TO BE MY FATHER'S SON
        you were a carabao lifting rice sacks 
          under the Pangasinan sun 
          a handsome sailor on his way to Greece instead found a Filipino nurse 
          
          who hummed Elvis tunes she thought America would be a Technicolor beach 
          
          but arrived during the coldest Baltimore winter surprised by foods like 
          pizza 
          
          you bought a house with a fireplace it was romantic mom said 
          while mom 
          worked late shifts taking care of crack babies in south east DC you 
          watched 
          basketball the bounce of your belt breaking me when I was three 
          for twisting the controls of the portable tv called me destroyer 
          
          
          you fed me the finest adobo, stews of blood garlic, chili peppers 
          when driving me to piano lessons you said you could never eat a 
          piano 
          you could turn so red & jelly you convinced all the neighbors that 
          you 
          should play Santa Claus when you were really hiding a temper that fists 
          
          
          thru doors the house you bought is boarded up with too many holes 
          to be sold your belongings strung outside a yard sale for the damned 
          
          the gorgeous cherry tree you killed with insecticides gone too 
          did you even know what you were doing pisces man lover of seas 
          
          whose hot spit I felt on my cheek the way my head spilt bloody 
          beaten by the boy across the street you lifted me by the neck 
          told me how you were slapped by Japanese bayonets don’t cry 
          
          it doesn’t hurt shaking me like a wet umbrella I want to 
          know if you 
          ever saw me dad you hiding behind a hammock and sunglasses 
          
          saw the boy you made rub your back for a nickel I am tired of growing 
          fat 
          like you know that you’ve become that apathetic sack of rice 
          buried in the fields what can I do to make it worth the miles 
          I want to play a sonata of love for you arpeggios of anger scaling
          
          thirty-two years of tears for you metronome clicks for disappointment 
          
          in you my hands reach out to lift you higher than the volcanoes 
          where gods gave men rice and from the altitudes of angels 
          I am not afraid to say I’ve come home 
         
         
        
          RegieCabico  is the Artistic Executive 
          Director of Sol & Soul, an arts and activist organization promoting 
          spoken word art culture. He received second Place in The First Annual 
          Windy City Story Slam and has performed in Speakeasy DC's Showcase 
          Showdown as part of the 2010 DC Capital Fringe Theater Festival. 
          He has served as a guest mentoring poet for Kundiman and The Kenyon 
          Review recently named him "the Lady Gaga of Poetry."
         
         
        Published 
          in Volume 12, Number 1, Winter 2011.
          
          
        To 
          read more by this author:
          Regie 
          Cabico
          Cabico's 
          Intro to the Split This Rock Issue: Vol. 9, No. 1, Winter 2008
          Regie Cabico: 
          Audio Issue
          Regie Cabico: 
          Tenth Anniversary Issue
          Regie Cabico 
          on DC Slam: Literary Organizations Issue 
          
          Regie Cabico: Floricanto 
          Issue 
Regie Cabico on Essex Hemphill: Poetic Ancestors Issue