Saturday, January 03, 2009

NOCTURNAL

The poet plays his guitar
I can’t help but dance
In the cold night

Friday, January 02, 2009

MERCADITO


Quise comprar
Y el lugar
Era tan oscuro
Tenebroso y silencioso
Como una funeraria
Un sepelio comercial
El suelo con los líquidos
Del desengaño

Thursday, January 01, 2009

NEW YEAR’S GRIN

Policeman in line
I tell him not to get cold
I can’t help smiling
Cups of coffee in our hands

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

DMV2

The guy
Who runs this place
Looks like OJ Simpson
He seems to be nervous
It is only natural
It is only human

DMV


Those who work
For the state
Seem so clean
Sometimes their
Faces shine
Like a Hollywood ad

Beauty
Will be found
With its citizens
Not with its bureaucrats

Beauty
On the faces
Of healthy children

Beauty
The splendor of California

It is found
With its people
Specifically in
The beaming
Eyes of its mothers

Monday, December 29, 2008

DIFFERENT SUNDAY

On our way in
We gambled the water hole
I suppose we were on a hurry
But we made it through

On our way out
We decided to share
The cattle’s road

The beasts looked disturbed
But just for just a moment
They quickly got back to gracing
Here we avoided the clay & mire

At highway speeds
We could feel the consequences
Of our gamble

The car began to shake
Almost uncontrollably
At first I thought the worse
But as we continued travelling south
I had my easy kind of feeling
This always encourages me

We persisted in our hunt
For the governor of the sea
I got mine
They settled for
Ground meat & potatoes

Sunday, December 28, 2008

BOARDWALK


Two Spanish kids
Walked by us
They were blaming
Each other saying
You’re dangerous
Back & forward
Their accents fell
On the crafted floor
And they slid towards
The ocean