Friday, February 08, 2008

INSPECTIONS

The old migra said:
“We’re going start charging you rent”
But that’s okay because
Sometimes tenants say crazy things.

Some of them are quite nice
Like the lady this morning
She was polite, wholesome, friendly.
I bet she likes to laugh.

She said:
“I don’t understand, the other day your name
Didn’t come up in the computer,
And today it does”

Life is better if we
Leave the mysteries alone
And I like treacherous hotels
Because they’re intriguing

“Do you have money?”
“Why, do you need a loan?”
“Do you have money to declare?”
“No”
“Do you get sent here everyday?”
“Does it bother you?”

He kept his silence and I felt bad
Because there was a Tigres del Norte
Song on the radio that I wanted to listen to
But I don’t think la migra likes them
So I turned off the radio
And I let him do his work

Making love has always been a metaphor
When writing poems
1 often uses metaphors
I wonder is she was upset
I really wanted to get closer to her
There’s something attractive about her
Perhaps I like the way she does
The lotus position

I kiss her once
And she kissed me back
It was a formal kiss
My heart jolted
Her pupils radiated

The pretty american poet
Gave me a poem
About her pubic hair
And then she gave me kiss
I looked towards my left
And her girlfriend looked
Extremely jealous

When el migra
Was finishing
His revision
A janitor walked by
And she looked
Like my first
Mother-in-law

Monday, February 04, 2008

FORWARD


Love can be induced
Love can move
The ionosphere

Love is
A burning blue flame
Love is you

Radiated smile

Sometimes
Love can be produced

Love and sentimentalism
Are difficult to differentiate
Clichés and love
Camouflage heavily
With each other

Love can be a conspiracy
The forgetfulness of love
Is the deadliest weapon

Love undercover(s)
Can be sinister

I think love
Can be known
Love can be understood
I believe you can taste love
But only for brief ethereal moments
It takes a lot of effort
To get there
Because love is energy

Love is the power
Of persuasion
Missile of goodness

Love is treacherous
Like a French school of thought

Love & disease
Like war & peace
What a combination!