Three Poems / by Michael Mendieta



Clouds patch the summer moon
waif thin bacteria across a petri dish

breathe in the falling atmosphere
stars dictate the purity of a region

there are no big city lights here kid
the sky is clear as the moment you were born

when those stars laid into your personality so deep
you would spend the rest of your life looking back to them.







Eyes sweep the words
an imagined world at my fingertips
skipping across the white lake of canvas
tiny insects working in unison
the only reality is in paper
face font waiting
like a picnic basket.





Pescatarians, An Argument 


At one point we must accept
not everything is ponderous,
pescatarians for instance
leave no impression at all
there are no prolific pescatarians
who cares if they believe 
the eel they consume
slithered up the kitchen pipes 
on its own accord to light 
and feed Yoshi Sushi for the night
or that black bears tearing into salmon 
is as beautiful as notes
on a fleshy pink guitar. 

Who can blame them,
fish are so flakey 
and forgettable.





Michael Mendieta recently received his BS in Communications from New York University. In addition to being a poet, Michael writes educational materials for rare pediatric diseases. His poetry has appeared in The Tulane Review and his first children's storybook is due out in late 2014.