TIEMPO RETRAÍDO


Camino por el malecón olvidado
Y los seres a mi alrededor
Sujetan botellas de agua
En sus manos.

Tienen huecos en sus almas
Igual que yo.

Sólo que yo me conformo
Con el agua que está
En la olas de mar;
Me gusta más verla que beberla.

Los caminantes de la mañana
Me rebasan por las aceras,
Unos corren,
Otros caminan,
Todos me pasan.

Unos llevan perros
Con cadenas o sin ataduras,
Otros sólo pueden jalar las correas de sus vidas.

Camino y doy vueltas
Como un avión que hace trucos en el cielo.

Al mismo tiempo que veo los rostros de policías asustados
Observando autobuses nuevos que se detienen
A un lado de sus prisioneros.

Y quiero observar toda la escena
Pero también necesito observar la carretera
Porque para entonces estoy detrás del volante
Llegando al último lugar de este momento.

Y antes de continuar me doy cuenta que:
Poder escribir un poema
Es poder hacer todas las cosas
Que alguien pueda saber en el mundo entero.

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ANOTHER DREAM 2


I heard voices outside
And notice the ocean
Is on my front porch

People that I don’t know
Walk around my home
And I think
Maybe they believe
The ocean belongs to everyone

I rise up from bed
And feel like telling them:

“Go away”
“Leave me alone”
“Let me sleep”

But these guys were acting strange
And they did not look friendly
They were so confused
They were clearly very dangerous

I knew they were from another time
When they asked me
About my departed relatives

It was then I noticed
They were also very dead

I talked to them
And I remembered
Somewhere somehow
It is not good to talk to
The deceased

They told me they had
Something for me
Wrapped in newspaper
I told them they were making
A big mistake

ANOTHER DREAM


First it was the darkness
Of your room
The sun of midday
Was trying to find cracks
Scanning and searching
The curtains
The walls
The ceiling
Any orifice where
A sliver of light
Could enter

Then you were
On top
Because you
Were slender
And then I was
On your body
Examining and entering
Your skin

It was the most sensible thing to do
It made sense to you
And it was alright with me

When the door was opened
We know it was time to go
Everybody towards their
Respective children

When the door was opened
There was sunlight everywhere
And that room
Was like any other room
In the world

You walked towards your obligations
Nonchalantly walked away
As if you had just drank
A glass of water
So I opened my eyes
And considered my next dream
As I started my day

between earth & water


the caveman
with the white mercedes
inspects the scene

he has cellphone
pressed against
his hear

he looks ridiculous
it is an effect
of defeat

he bends down
and touches the ground
his car beside him
with the door opened
immobilized on the road

i look
at the tv screen
and then i look
back at him
and he's gone

look above


the image of swine
and their owners
upset for an economic lost
it is a dilemma
for what is important

those animals
them people

delivarance is the only solution
the message is broken
and it is working well
for all sides involved

i understand your profit
your captivity
i understand freedom

bird in the ocean sun


not only the images
of the world
make of human eyes
springs of salty water

words in the midst
of traffic
can touch the most
untouchable of hearts

igniting respect
for new formations
in the sky

truly memorizing
your skin
with every touch

better


it was better
to sleep some more
than to rise up
like some kind
of silly revolution

it was better
to dream
about making love
than to put
my shoes on
and try to look serious

it was better
to turn towards the other side
and try to find out
if i could understand you
upside down

intelligently


you fall intelligently
that's what I like about you
she said

then i remembered
the last time
i was on the dance floor

i saw you
looking at me
on the walls

i thought
i would never
see you again

a wrong thought

i also knew
some of the dancers
would never make it

she continued:

you are okay
as you are
since i known you
you have not changed

ocean loop


the man in black
has the red & white
water cooler
he walks with it
on the dilapidated sidewalk

the carné disappeared
and it was replaced
in 7 days

on it
there are many reptiles & birds
vegetation & water

the lady with purple pans
throws the coffee cup
in the garbage can

nada

la nada
hace daño
hiere y lastima

tiene ponzoña
veneno de sobra

vuela entre engaños
tiene alas que se desintegran

aterriza en espejismos
como de mosca
de alas locas
de vida corta

ser sucio
contaminación en marcha
la nada siempre culpable

MAGAZINE


At the post office
There’s an image
On the counter

One invitation
To a dance
I inhale deeply
Then I exhale

This is what exercise is for
I don’t have the desire for it
But I know the steps

Somebody told me
That nowadays
People are 10 years younger
I hope they are right

PANCAKES


This morning
Seemed perfect
To make pancakes

I mixed the batter
By hand
First with a spoon
Then with a fork

I lit the burner
And used a little oil
On the pan

Added more water
To the mix
And worked it
Some more

I poured it
On the hot surface
The heat
Made it looked
Like the moon

TOP OF THE MORNING


Gun fire in the morning
In between dreams
Between the opening of the eye

Music at daybreak
Giving instructions
With its rhythms
With the mixing of words
One above the other

The smaller the profile
The better
So I sleep some more
Dreaming with the prone position

Outside
The girl that washed
Her hands
Is crying

There’s shouting
Bilingual cursing
Open wounds

Pained for those seized
The triumphant walk euphorically
Stepping on as much ground
As they can

Women wailed
For those on the back
Of the pick up truck

SEMINAR


There was a meeting
At the pharmacy
And she had to leave

It is odd
She arrived
With such a
Happy face

And was gone
As fast
As she arrived

I walked
Towards the restroom
And found school boys
Hiding from school girls

The girls wanted in
The boys wanted them out
I told them to cut it out
And walk back to the seminar

I listened to the speaker
And she said:

Tell the children
Not to eat the world
All at once

Tell them to
Eat it
Little by little
Making sure
The world doesn’t
Eat them

There is a reason
Why they are
In this world
They have a mission

BOARDWALK


Men & women
Walk with sticks
In their hands
Dogs beside them

The ocean plays its music
White foam on the shore
Long faces in the sand

From tennis shoes
To huarache sandals
A grey summer

The vivid colors
Are only in the imagination
The lifeguard comes and goes
Running with blue hooded sweatshirt
Drinking coffee to keep going

Workers replace the old lamp poles
They carry them away with solemnity
The boys and I inspect
The brand new ones

AIRPORTS


They were at the airport
On the ticket counter
He really looked like me
And she was wearing a dress

They were on this side
You were on the other side
Across the barrier
And soon to be
Across the ocean

I was breathing
European humidity
My pores still had
Your taste
My mind was swollen
With you image

But even ideas
Are charted with borders
The sky
The air
Everything is divided
Even the spirits have
Their claims on the clouds

In New York City
I walked through a maze
Looking for the exit
Trying to catch my next flight
Till I arrived at the X-ray machines

The agent told me to
To take off my boots and my belt
I did so
And then I heard
The voice of a woman

“Pretty soon we are going to get naked”

I look towards my left
And it was the woman with the dress
Her companion
The guy with my face
Was no were to be found

“I don’t think so”
I said
And she just smiled

I walked away
Looking for a place to rest
I sat next to large windows
I could see airplanes outside
A lady sat next to me
Opened a medical

towards dinner


this morning
i saw a police woman
she was tall
and had revolver
and a shotgun
with her

i was looking
at a man
walking towards me
but she was looking me
in the eye
when she said
buen día
and i said
good morning to her

this afternoon
as i walked on gravel
i saw the neighbor's hen
struggling to swallow a snake

both were small
both were fighting
but the hen was sipping
the snake like spaghetti

the snake was wagging its tale
till it disappeared
and i told the children
the snake was still dancing
inside the hens stomach

this evening
when it was our turn
to eat dinner
we had an earthquake
as we ate tortillas & soup

SAINT


Saint Ignatius
Was eaten by lions
I paid close attention

One cat is biting his leg
The other one
Has its mouth
On the saint’s shoulder

I am told
He will be able to help
A martyr always knows
The meaning of suffering

The blond woman with blues eyes
Hands me her camera and says
Take a picture

WAKE UP


The woman
Orders the girl
To help her

They pick up garbage
And use blankets
As waste bags

Early in the morning
I heard music across the canyon
And when I opened my door

There it was
A rabbit dancing
On my front yard
I went back to bed
And slept some more