The Volatile Man

29/08/18

Come, come and see, the Volatile Man!

See this monster, not for a fortune! but for a thin dime!

A bizarre, horrible and pathetic mutant

With nothing more than skin combustant

Have you ever been with a man who sleeps with a fire extinguisher under his pillow?

This man does

Because you’ll make him burn

With almost anything

An old memory

A cold caress

A snub

And he’ll consume himself

He’ll combust and blaze

Don’t blame yourself

Wind cannot even touch him without making him explode

And into smithereens he goes again

Thousands of little charcoal pieces float in the air

Just to rearrange again

Into a humanoid form

His genes, heavily loaded with napalm

Highly reactant

So reactant his skin cannot even tolerate the touch of a voice

He is not a lover, but an arsonist.

As he walks, he leaves a trace of ash,

for he burns his own feelings.

Please burning man

Stop burning

You’ve already extinguished everything you love

Carbonized and ultimately pulverized every single thing you adored.

Locked in his faulty body

Erupting in flames and disrupting life around him

Erradicating life at his touch

He will consider asphyxia 

Come and see him!

The 27,000,000° Fahrenheit Idiot!

The Incendiary Moron!

The Exothermic Bastard!

He attempted to suffocate his flames

Threw himself into a swimming pool

The chlorinated water boiled

And the chlorine turned gaseous

Intoxicating the whole neighborhood

And he was still burning

Out of despair he cried

Only to see his tears evaporate as they poured

Come and see him

Buy a souvenir

Take a photo

But don’t you dare to touch him

Julio Ortiz

Mr. Contrivance and the Berry Cake

27/08/18

Mr. Contrivance knows something's missing within him

Maybe his charm

Maybe his cunningness

Maybe his laugh

He lost everything trying to build one of his contraptions.

And He built a wonderful device!

It was meant to be bigger.

But the final model was fantastic.

He invented the cure for Vacuum!

This maelstrom filled with vile and horrid death, encountered by him at the very moment of his birth.

And He did use this wonderful machine! 

For a couple of months his life was instantly solved! 

His carbonized dreams were turned into extradimensional glitter!

Endless days of never-ending love were rushed into his circulatory system.

       Until they stopped.

           His machine started to fail.

    

               He discovered it turned against him.

Evil.

               And she mocked him.

              -You are not clever enough Mr. Contrivance (She said with her cold robotic voice) hahahaha

              -You are not inventive enough (She bursted with tears of laughter on her eyes)

              -You are not even a man (She finished with terrible and loud laughter) 

And He escaped to the forest.

Tried to make a new life.

One day, picking berries, He saw her.

               -Beautiful hat you've got (She said).

               -It's made of clay (He added).

               -I'm Ms. Polymer.

               -Thanks for saving my life Ms. Polymer.

Julio Ortiz

Hyper Genius Robot #1

10/09/16

I wish 

I could be infinite

And luminous

And fierce

My maker built me solid

But not unbreakable

Intelligent

But not erudite

Useful

But not pleasant

Like a spoon

I am only a tool

Your tool

Julio Ortiz

Para Teté

13/08/18

Solíamos ir a tu castillo

La Fortaleza de los Mil Soles

Llena con tus luces

Repleta de verde en todas sus paredes

Ahí me sentía seguro

Abominables amenazas nos perseguían

Pero al cruzar el umbral del castillo

Entraba todo en un armisticio

Lejos de todos los gritos

Y lejos de todas las humillaciones

Fui muy feliz en tu nido de piedra

y en tus jardines de ilusiones

Pero el castillo eras tú

Tú eras la fortaleza en sí misma

Eras verde y eras delicias

Tú fuiste siempre todas esas sopitas

Y cuando te fuiste

Me perdí en el dolor

Pensando que te habías llevado todo

Todo ese calor

Pero estaba equivocado

Porque estás en cada cocina del mundo

En cada planta

En cada sopa

En cada pan

En cada tarro de miel

En cada abeja

En cada suéter

En todos los verdes

El cáncer invade a todos los seres vivos

Pero igual el verde

El verde cunde y asfixia al mal

Sofoca las adversidades

Las nulifica

Siempre serás la Reina de Todos los Verdes

En tu Fortaleza de los Mil Soles

Y estarás en tu cocina en el cielo,

esperándome para comer

y para ver nuestras telenovelas turcas.

Julio Ortiz

Crónicas de un Triste Invierno Nuclear

12/08/18

Nuestras vidas fueron complejas

El enredo de la habitualidad las hizo insoportables

Y el tiempo, se consumía cual vela

los restos, ya derretidos, se quedaban en la alfombra

Impregnados para siempre

En un día todo colapsó

Trillones de pedazos de cristal nos persiguieron hasta en sueños

Y se escabulleron por doquier

Se metieron en nuestras coyunturas para cortarnos y hacernos sangrar

Después los hematófagos devoraron lo que quedaba de nuestra dignidad

Prohibiéndonos incluso el sueño

Perdiendo así el último rastro de humanidad que sobrevivía

Una noche que nos extinguiría

El pasado llegó a atormentarnos

La desconfianza apagaba el calor entre nosotros

Desafiando nuestro amor

Desollando todo el cariño

Y las toxinas llenaron nuestros pulmones de desesperación

Turbio entorno!

Te veo palideciendo ante la siniestra neblina!

Responde Madre mía!

La salvación recaería en un catre, tijeras oxidadas y cinta de ductos

Elementos que salvarían nuestras vidas

Vidas complejas

Enredadas por la habitualidad

Pero nuestras a fin de cuentas

Estamos solos

Es cierto

Pero juntos

Una manada de dos lobos

Julio Ortiz

For Emma

13/08/18

From the beginning everything was askew

Malnourished and left for death

That’s how I started living

Some hands came in to rescue me from the garbage bin

I was alone and frightened

As a puppy that knows he has lost his home

And it’s about to die in the freezing night

To never return

A derelict that spoke in technicisms

A boy that spoke in science

Maybe this was the way of departing from them all

Inventing a new world inside my head

And those scars

I won them through the ages

Reflections from the actual wounds

Damage inflicted in my brain

Through centuries we grew together

We bought happy boxes with happy candies

Shared infinite afternoons together

Until those ages fell apart

And I returned everything to you

My breath

My hands

And my soul

Then I lost you

My sweetest friend

On my arms you fell

And I knew you were fleeing to the skies

Your eyes told me it was over

The time you shared with me was over

You missed him

My homonymous in Heaven

Julio Ortiz

Green Jurassic Knight

04/08/18

The long-necked being was becoming a knight.

The Queen touched with her ceremonial sword the left shoulder,
and then proceeded to touch the right one.
(This task seemed tricky for his neck was really long)

Now she pronounced:

“I hereby dub thee Knight, Sir Herbert The Last, Defender of the Sweet Cacti and Cluttered Desks”

The burden upon his back appeared to him as a blessing from this moment.

However

Plastic is made from petrol

Petrol comes from dinosaur fossils

It was paradoxical how Sir Herbert was entirely made from his ancestors

(As you)

(As me)

Funny

Isn't it?

Figure 1. Sir Herbert The Last returning to his duties after the knighting ceremony.

Julio Ortiz

Mr. Contrivance

17/07/18

He used to be an intricate puzzle

The broken years confined him inside a tic tac toe

Sometimes you win

Sometimes you lose

You need no expertise to play it

Just luck

And maybe one or two anticipated movements.

Maybe just one.

Julio Ortiz