RESVALADERO


El mundo se está resbalando y no me importa
Porque está lleno de mentiras
Y si se descalabra entiendo que nosotros también
Estaremos en una sartén similar

Pero no está en nuestro (o en mí) estilo de trabajo
Y además hay unos sujetos sospechosos que se llaman memos

Ésos se encargan a control remoto pero se recogen
En la boca de un monstruo de colmillos filosos
Y a veces los pedidos se obtienen sin ningún problema
Pero otras veces se sufren laceraciones como las que dejan
Los cuchillos de un carnicero

No es que sea victima de la apatía
Hay cosas que sí me importan
Que me importan mucho

Los que sí me importan son aquellos que están en el mundo
Pero cuando uno de ellos sufre sufrimos todos
Quizá a eso de deba el cáncer y otras enfermedades

El sufrimiento de cada ser humano multiplicado por
Todos los que sufrimos en la faz de la tierra
Equivale a la ecuación del dolor

Lo que tiene menos prioridad son las finanzas
La bolsa de valores es la que está llena de ilusiones
Sueños digitales que se desvanecen
Como hierba seca

La verdadera Wall Street
Está entre California y Tijuana
Donde está esa pared metálica que separa familias
Que separa idiomas y dialectos
Ese barómetro de las clases sociales
Esa obstrucción que bloquea las arterias de la supervivencia
Ésa es más importante que la de Nueva York

Como los memos son invisibles
Esos pasan por arriba y por las partituras del metal



Al resbalarme me corté los tejidos del brazo
Y mi madre me llevó al hospital y los doctores
Suturaron mi piel y cobraron
Muy bien por hacer el bien

La segunda vez no me pudieron llevar al doctor
Porque faltaba dinero
Pero las plantas nunca le han faltado
Y puso una al fuego
Y la cocinó como si fuera comida
Y después la colocó junto a mi lesión
Y el espíritu de la planta reparó los daños

¡Oh las plantas del amazonas!
Gimen conmovedoramente las cabezas de Hollywood
Aun creo que no saben lo que dicen
Pero los memos sí saben y los hacen decir cosas
Que sólo los memos entienden

Cuando conocí a los memos me resbalé muchas veces
Me forzaron a tener la perspectiva de la serpiente
Y aprendí a tragar el polvo que levanta el viento
¡Malditos memos! ¡Como los odié!
Pero después me di cuenta que ellos subsisten
Con el odio de la gente
Decidí dejar de odiarlos tanto

Ahora sólo los odio poquito
Porque después de todo ellos me enseñaron la mansedumbre
Y les debo la adquisición de esa virtud
Y si dejo de odiarlos desaparecerán por completo
Y creo que son un mal cruel pero necesario

Los usureros son un mal innecesario
Crueles usureros
Malvados usureros
Perversos usureros
Salarios obscenos de los usureros
Financiadores de las guerras psicosomáticas
Conspiradores contra la humanidad
Denigradores de los gobiernos del mundo
Mamones porque son hijos de mamon


Los usureros les temen a los memos
Porque los memos pueden hacer que
El dinero o sea el narcótico de los usureros
Pierda todo su valor

Los usureros desean dominar el mundo
Para explotarlo y en enriquecerse
Los memos desean dominar el mundo
Porque no pueden controlar su instinto de reproducción
Desean nacer y renacer en las mentes de
Hombre y mujeres
Niños y niñas
Les gusta atormentar a los ancianos
Los memos no respetan clases sociales
Ni religión o partidos políticos

Casinos en llamas
Usureros ardidos
Usureros ardiendo
Usureros ustedes al fin
Son el combustible
Para la carne asada
Y los memos están felices
Porque su reproducción
Se multiplica con las altas temperaturas

I’ll be reading some of my work tomorrow

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SKINNY GIRL


She eats
With her friend
There’s nothing sexier
Than watching a skinny girl eat

Her toenails are decorated
With the mystery color
Of radiance
Each of her toes
A mine of desire

Her friend is a bit too young
But the skinny one is hungry
And she walks just perfect
And she feels just right
And she has the perfect figure
The shape of a guitar
Crafted by a master

I like the tone of her voice
The high pitch is amusing
It’s sexy
It will blend well
In the Mediterranean

Aerodynamic nose
This is good for the runway

If she’s beautiful wearing scrubs
She be a killer wearing
A night dress
Oh did I tell you the way
She licks her fingers
And the color of her fingernails?

Too beautiful to be a doctor?
No… I think she just right

Innocence is true beauty
If lost
There’s a tremendous void
A macabre crater in the moon
A cavity for
A pool of sadness

So leave her alone
Don’t touch her!

Her beautiful bronze face
Deserves fullness
And richness
She’s worthy
Of a great treasure
Worthy of the
Fortune of simplicity

MY WINDOW


The couple is in love
She has that sensuous semblance
The conveys pain & bliss

He carries himself
With a desperado energy
A Mexican Romeo

She is truly beautiful
I am happy for them

To think love
Usually dies in 3 days
And that sadness always
Comes with romance

Lord Almighty!

The way she walks
I have never witnessed
Such autochthonous beauty
Never seen
A prettier demoiselle

Good luck hermano
You are going to need it

DAILY EXERCICE


The dump truck returns
The operator’s
Face seems uptight
As my student plays
His electric guitar
The sound
Illuminates all
Of our expressions
With unspeakable happiness
I find myself bursting
With laughter
And the guitar player smiles
And he keeps playing
As his eyes
Turn into
2 pretty cisterns
And I also feel like weeping
The distortion
The electricity
Produce the images
Of my forerunners
And they are
Also smiling

BEAUTIFUL LINES


Retirement allows
The subject to remember
A beautiful FBI agent
She looked just like the bionic woman
But only prettier
Perhaps an improved clone
Of Lindsay Wagner
Of all places this happened
In Portland Oregon
What a delightful coincidence
I remember she was holding
A 38 with her exquisite hand
Wearing those popular
Windbreakers with the name
Of her employer on the back
Standing on the sidewalk
Looking up at a window
Securing a building
I and walked passed her
And she has the most striking smile
In the whole world
And I decided to kiss her
And she let me get close to her
She was the only beauty there
The rest were dangerous brutes with guns
Including the ones hiding in the building
So I thought the proper thing to do
Would be to returned her smile
Even though she had slightly increased
The opening of her lips
And I could fully see
The precious set of teeth
Like the ones Solomon describes in
His Song of Songs
Through the years I have seen her
At different places
And she looks better than ever

PARKING LOT


The school boys
Walk to the store
They look happy and healthy
I pray they stay that way
And I wonder if they are
Going to be like me
Retired before turning 40
Or if they’re a going to go a head
Make someone rich
Get a few marriages and some kids
Girlfriends on the payroll
New cars and new houses
And the never ending heart attacks
Then they walk out with
American Junk Food
In their hands and board their
University’s school bus
It looks brand new and ready
To take them where they
Want to go

DREAMY PASSENGERS


I lost a police cruiser
It was on multiple directions
At the same time
An indication of
Sudden death

The ocean was dirty
But the water warm
If the visitation comes
Under these conditions
I will follow it
But in the meantime
I’ll concentrate on the guy
Asking the questions

Is this your car?
Yes it is?
Are you sure?
I am positive
Where are you going?
I am going to Costco

The agent flashes a
Barack Obama smile
And signals me over
Into his country
Into my country
Into everybody’s country

Into the land of the free
The land of freedom
Freedom for immigrants
Dancing UFOS

Yes the land of milk and honey
Aspartame & Bisphenol
And the smell
Of brand new cars

My poor car
Yes my car
With all those dents
With all its microphones
With all those scratches
With them speakers
With all the Wires
The RF fields
Heartbreaking clones
Romantic Travelers
And brave microchips

COMES & GOES


Here comes the backhoe
She stops
And she’s fast
And she leaves
But she always
Comes back again

On the road
The samurai
Has its own trailer

Climbing up
The rocky road
The black bronco
Also has a trailer

The man of fatigue
Did a superb job
Because they come

The federal men
Selling juice
Subsidizing the
Electrification of vermin

They keep coming….

The decrepit oilmen
Selling trust
Selling hope
Selling whatever

The dump truck
Driving slowly
And looking
Towards the music

I also come
For no reason at all
Moving gravity
With an aftertaste
Of desire
Poking at cooked meat
With my fork
Opening the stomach
Of a quesadilla
And finding the truth
Has always been white

A melting certainty
Slippery like tequila

I exercise my taste buds
As I contemplate you

Your movements
The angles
Of your body
The continuity
Of your lips
The extension of your legs

Outside the heavy machinery
Keeps coming and going

Inside I
Rather be with you
Sitting next to you
As you try not to
Fall asleep

FATIGUES


Decoys are used
In hunting and
I wonder if the drill
On his hand is stolen
California construction
Is making a difference
And it comes
It arrives
I think they can’t
Resist the music
And they come closer
When they listen
To the melody
That comes forth
From the mouth
Of the toddler who
Rides a dirt bike

DILEMMA


How can
I do battle
Against your love
If you feed me
You give me drink
And you are
So beautiful

UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE


Breakfast is
Better with live music
Hypnotic tones
Mixed with
Coffee & sugar
Strawberry aftertaste
Broken plates are
Better than drums
Steam rises
From whole wheat
A guitar played
By innocent hands
Is healthier than protein

CROP CIRCLES


Do you dig it?
Yes, I dig it
I also dig the tattoo
On your ankle
Do you?
Yes, I do
What else you dig?
I dig you
I dig you too
Where you digging
When you asked
If I am a poet?
Polka dots?
No
What else you dig?
I dig trenches
In times of stillness
But I dig you the most
Why?
Because of tender memories
I dig what you have created
I dig your mind
I dig your miniskirt

ESTRADA 2


Cloning is
Obstinate stupidity
Insistence in modification

Not everything
Can be altered

Do you think I am German scientist?

You better look
For blues eyes
And pallid skin elsewhere

You too
Don’t look
Like Erick Estrada

You too
Have a genetic flaw

You like
A mortified Doberman
With an owner
That has neglected
Your mind

Each time you wag
Your tale
You tell a lie

You
Like this
Are most likely
To autodestruct

Longevity is
Not one of your strengths
I think you know this

And if I adopted you
Police uniform and all
I couldn’t guarantee anything

It be so painful
To teach you new tricks
That would be inhumane

I will not torture

But you
Are so dirty
I will give you bath

What do you expect me to do?

You
Coming around
Interfering with work

Do you expect me to
Give you a bone?

You can not change what you are

I can’t help
To see you
To look at you
To think of you
To measure you

To place you in
A window of intuition

I know
It is a sad picture
But that’s what I do

I can not change what I am

SPLENDLOR


The morning is like an empty cup
And the sun hurts my eyes
With it cancerous splendor

The sun has more radioactivity
Than a nuclear battle ship

I still believe love
Is what kills the best

Ultraviolet rays are kisses
Hidden inside the skin
The pores are reflectors
Of this energy

People camp on the side of the road
Selling human ideas
Selling human sins
And human souls

More than horrifying
This is tedious
Because no one wants
To buy insignificance

I rather go back to the hill
And stare at my empty cup
And let the sun burn
What is left of you

Radiation is my radio
Radiation is my car
Radiation with constellations
Radiation from afar

Only beauty
Is truly shocking
That’s why they fear
The Most High

Miserable servants
Up for sale
They’re about to be released
And when this happens
And their domination stops
The will no know
What to do

INTENTION


Una camioneta verde se detiene
Frente a la choza
Un zombie sale y habla con el chofer
El polvo los rodea


Over the years I have seen
A white man walking the dirt road
In this dusty town
I have seen him at liquor stores
Grocery stores
Mechanic shops
At the beach
Down the road from my home
Or walking past street corners
Or mixing concrete by hand
Or just standing behind me
Looking very dirty
Looking like a broken man

I suspect he might be American
But the simple fact that he’s white
Does not guarantee he's from the USA
As a matter of fact there’s more
Nonwhites in the States than Anglo-Saxons

He could be from:

Russia
England
Germany
France
Spain
Israel

Any place on earth….

Or just an Alien
With a fading disguise

I been tempted to give him a hand
Help him out because he is
In desperate need

But he looks at me
The same way
I look at him

How can I behave like an altruist
Without committing suicide?

How to approach him without
The concern of:

Killing or being killed?

I confess I don’t have a spectacular answer
My precious secrets
Will not be enough for this dilemma
But I can’t just look the other way
And pretend he does not exist

I will have to do what
I always do when
I ran out

Of options
Of answers
Of ideas
Of bullets
Of medicine
Of hope
Of sex
Of health
Of food
Of beer
Of friends
Of foes
Of work
Of leisure

I will have to pray

Pray to the God of the poor
The God of the slaves
The God of a hypnotized generation
The God of my peers whom are loosing their minds

A God of endurance
A God of supernatural strength

To the God of normalcy that hangs crucified
Inside Catholic temples
To the dismay and terror of escapists
And to the hope
Of those who feel just like Him

A God of reality
A God that knows pain first hand
A God that can relate with unspeakable feelings

A God who is invisible
A God who makes his children invisible
When they a crossing
The borders of oppression

A brown God
A dark God
A God with a popular name
A God that looks very human

Like a Mexican
A Palestinian
A Chicano or
A Blackman

A God that does not need machines
To levitate
To elevate
To go home
To come back for us

A God that likes to walk on the beach
And continues walking inside the water
But He never swims
He just keeps walking

A God that created everything
The visible
The invisible
Every flying being
Known or unknown
And every man & beast
Ruling the world or
Living underground

NILA


Nila
I love your face
What if we were hunting together
And you were single
And we fell in love

Nila
What would happen
As we lay side by side
In the darkness
The burning flame of love
Would keep us awake
Watchful for the sharp twist to the heart

Nila
You have the presence of nature
You have an overwhelming semblance
Your beauty is strength

Nila
I tremble when I see you
Because I know what you are capable of

Nila
You are a ferocious river
A killing lioness
A hurricane
A tornado
A smile that disables

Nila
You are an alien
A dove
A fisherwoman
A favorite from God

Nila
I know why you are a conqueror
I know you
I love you
I wish you a long life
I see you
I dream you


Nila
My teeth are breaking apart
Like when
Saint Genevieve presence
Would pulverize
The pottery
The clay
The ceramics
All the brims where
Demons would hide
Awaiting the lips of children

Nila
Tonight you have won
The hearts of the world
The hope of the people
Deep grateful feelings
From those extraordinary creatures
The need you the most

ACROSS THE STREET


That’s right
You wear your face
As it were heavy
As if the weight
Is going to break your neck

Most people could think
It’s your own fault
But I suspect you
Are being manipulated
Influenced by someone that spooked
The life out of you

I understand your position
And I think there’s hope for you
You are going to have to serve somebody
Remember that Bob Dylan tune?

I think someone spooked the life out of him too
And he started writing protestant songs

His premise
Zimmerman’s
Is correct

You are in a world of pain
Might as well make that hurt
Work in your favor
And serve with
Fine & beautiful
Human beings

OPERATION


As you recover in your bed, I want you to know that I am with you, that you are more beautiful than ever, that soon everything will be wonderful…


When I was
On the operating table
I was told by one of the attendants:

“You are going to get very cold”

This operation was different from the rest
Never did I feel more alone

At first
As I entered the O.R.
I was afraid of the surgeon
I study his eyes
And he also
Looked afraid

And I felt a cruel coldness possessing my body
And I thought to myself:

This is it man
You are not going to make it this time
You are not coming out alive

And I clenched my teeth and my jaws
To enter the other side
To prepare for a possible
Encounter with God
Or the devil

And I felt a warm touch
On my right hand
And I looked to see
Who was touching me
And I could only see her eyes
She had the most beautiful eyes

The eyes of a Byzantine nun
The eyes of pious Muslim woman
The eyes of companionship
The eyes sympathy
The eyes of hope
The eyes of arson
The eyes of life
The eyes of true love

And I fell in to a comfortable sleep
With her touch

I thought of my first girlfriend
I thought of my first wife
I though of wine and
I thought of the Eucharist

And I reckoned all the other times
When I was in dire straits
There was always someone there

With me
For me

Like the time an American was in the hospital
In my room
Next to my bed
I did not understand
The English language back then
But she was trying to speak to me
To comfort me
To lift my spirits up
God only knows why she was altering her face
Perhaps she was tired and she was on her way out
And I was young and was on my way in
And my nurse
My beautiful nurse
Another one of those that emanates warmth
Oh how I loved her!
She told me my roommate’s codename was
La Belleza

I was 8 years old
But I felt like 18

In spite of feeling alone
You are never alone
There’s always someone
There’s always something
Near enough or from afar
Willing & able to touch
With you
For you

FATHER


Father
When I asked you
If our brethren
Had started the war
You told me the truth

A pitch roof
Is bad for missiles

Father
The speaker
Had the eyes
Of a dog
And you sat
Next to me
I felt so proud
And the lecturer
Scratched his beard

Father
Again you were with me
And the federal judge
Ruled in favor
Of children
In favor of happiness
In favor of the future

Father
How I admired you
That day when
Your gorgeous opponent
Tried to seduce you
To persuade you
To influence you
With her exquisite touch
But you did not released
Your harvest

Father
And the city looked more beautiful
And I was struck with contemplation
Looking at the river
Through the window
In the skyscraper

Father
You were always
So kind in church
And so fierce
At work

Father I came to understand
And to love
Your choice of diets
How happy I was
When our community
Ate together and
I saw you
Slicing pieces of ham

Father
You made me
You thought me
You inspired me
And you terrified me
With things I did not understand
And you were so strong
How did you get so strong?

EL PERRITO


El perro─oveja
Es una oveja
Pero también
Un perro

Por eso
Le gustan las ovejitas
Y también las perritas

El perro─oveja
Es manso
Pero no menso

Sabe identificar
A otros híbridos
Sin asustar
A los niños

SELFISHNESS


Taxi drivers
And a middle age prostitute
With school supplies
In her hands

Assembled like
A heard of cattle
With mad cow disease

Gathering of champions
At God’s threshold
Luminaries of decay
Factories of poisoned visions

Waiting for time travel
Waiting for the truth
Waiting for the unknown
Waiting for anything but this

Their journey
Will not begin with
A secret government machine
Nor with the magic
Of shamans or witches
Or Pentecostal frenzies
Or mystical steps
Or Hollywood’s New Age

Their last card
Will be pulled from under the table
From under their sleeve
From the deep
From the dark
From the place
Where the sobbing starts
From the energy of a wolf
Leaking his own blood
On a sharp knife
From everywhere but here

The middle-class ones
Will pull the trigger
The rich ones
Will slid their wrists
In a bathtub
With boiling water

The poor will use a rope
But this will not workIt will break
It will give in
To the weight
Of their failings

They will hit the floor
The stronger ones
Will attain concussions
The weaker ones
Broken bones

THE STUDENT


How fast he learns
Music is intent

The guitar
Is the perfect companion

You can touch it softly
And create you own reality

His notes relay innocence
His music travels
Through drug addicted ghettos

His strumming
Guards the balance of happiness

His fingertips struggle
With chords of survival

NIGHTFALL

You look like a star
My neurotic spy
Your sister is smaller than you
But I love you both
You 2 hang from the sky
Remarkable cosmetics
Of a superpower

COMANDANTE ARAGON


Don’t try to
Pull your hand away
As I try to greet you

Comandante de Policia

A firm hand shake
Shows character

If you don’t like me
Just say so
But don’t hesitate

It doesn’t make
A good first impression

It doesn’t look good
In the presence
Of your subordinates

It was not my intention
To reel you into this

Art is sometimes
Full of surprises

Your police officers
Were euphoric
About the radios

Perhaps I can
Sell it to you too


A CONTRITE POLICEMAN

“Sorry man, I fucked up” The cop said.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I called the Comandante”
“Nothing to worry about right? We are amongst friends aren’t we?” I asked.
The police officer kept his silence. I looked at his nametag and it read Hector Estrada. I thought about Erick Estrada for a moment, but Hector was not as cool as Erick. I pressed on.
“Hector, there’s no need to be so concerned, it is only a radio. You do like it right?”
“Well yes, and if it is okay, I would like to buy one from you”
“Of course it is okay, and I would be happy to sell you one”
“Do you have cell phone?” Hector asked.
“I don’t like those things”
“Why?”
“Because they give you cancer”
“How so?”
“Do you know what a microwave is?”
“An electric oven?”
“Something like that, you see Hector, cell phones work with microwaves, and when you place the cell phone on you ear, what happens is that the microwaves enter your brain through your ear canal. And your brain begins to cook.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, Hector and what is even more dangerous to your health is when you drive in your squad car using one of those machines. Once you are using a cell phone in the comfort of you own automobile, the microwaves convert you car into a microwave oven. You wouldn’t want to be turned into a taco. Would you?
Hector’s pupils looked like green beans, he looked towards his right at saw an unmarked white pick up truck enter the compound’s parking lot.
“The Comandante is here” Hector said.
“Relax Hector, everything will be alright”
I looked at a cop that was standing next to a wall behind Hector. He was in the background and he looked like he was about to cry.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON

We drove towards grandma house. The 3 of us sat silently in the car; I was thinking how much I enjoyed the liturgy that had concluded a few moments ago. A good liturgy has the following elements: passion, drama, and a heavy dose of art.
The children perhaps were thinking of a theme park, or about the toys they would like to play with. Traffic began to slow down and soon we could see a checkpoint ahead.
“What happened dad?”
“It’s the Federales”
“What are they doing?”
“They making sure everything is alright”
“Look at their machine guns dad”
“Yes, machines guns” Now I knew what their precious minds were focusing on.
When our car approached the officer, he looked us, he scrutinized us, he studied us and he said:
“Pull over the side of the road” He had a chilango accent.
This was a first, since the Federal Police was restructured by the Calderon administration, that we were stop by them, the last time a federal pulled me over he had to as asked for a cigarette and then he let us go. I remember at that time my boys were two beautiful babies sound a sleep on their car seats. This time there would be no cigarettes since I don’t smoke anymore.
“Registration please” He asked as we looked at him silently.
“Here you are” I gave him a folded registration card that I took out from a coin pouch.
“Your driver license please”
“There you go” I took the card from my wallet and handed to him.
“What do you do?”
“I sell radios”
“Can you open the trunk?”
“Yes, I can” I got out of the car, walked towards the back of my car, inserted the key, and twist first to the right, and then to the left. The trunk opened. My briefcase was in plain view.
“Open the briefcase”
I opened the briefcase and step away from it. He inspected the overall contents except for the inner compartment.
“What in there?” He asked with a trembling voice refereeing to the unopened section.
“A computer”
“How long have you been in the radio business?” The pitch in his voice was shaking.
“I have been an operator for a very long time”
“You can go sir, sorry for the inconvenience”
“Have a nice day” I said.
The other policemen stop all oncoming traffic; I accelerated and began to drive on the road again.
“What do you learned today kids?”
“That persuasion is better than guns” My boys answered in unison and with boredom in their voices.
“That’s right children, never forget that”

YOU


You
Beautiful native girl
Walking next to me
At the grocery store
You make me feel alive

You
Old man whistling
As I pass you by
You reaffirm
My existence

You
Smiling soldier

You
Nervous businessman

You
Tourist town
With psychotic charm
Confirmation of consciousness

You
One man carwash

You
Sweating policeman

You
Friendly fisherman
Who likes to share
With you fellowman

You
Fisher of humans
Teacher of those
Willing to learn

You
Yellow airplane
You visit me daily
You force me to look up
Towards the heavens

FISHING IN PEMEX


“Let’s go fishing”
“Been watching too many fishing shows on the tube?”
“No, I am hungry”
“Charlie told me the best fishing is done by the PEMEX condominiums”
“We already have a grill, it be great to throw some fish on it”
“That’s a good idea, but I rather use the grill for carne asada”
“You know I am a vegetarian”
“I know man; I am just giving you a hard time, fishing is like hunting, is better in the early morning or the late afternoon”
“I see”
“Yeah man, we can use the boy’s fishing rods, all we have to do is get some used sparkplugs ─we are going to be fishing oily fish anyways─ from a mechanic and use them as sea leads, and we need to stop and pick some fishing hooks.
“Very good then”

We threw the stuff in the car and made our way towards town. I drove slowly because of all the potholes; this adds some longevity to the suspension of any used car. We could see the ocean down below us; it is this way on sunny days. We were heading west, traveling down the hill. One problem I have to face when I drive slowly is dust. Dust always catches with you. I have tried driving faster on other occasions to see if I could leave the clouds of dust behind just to watch them forming in front of me. Dust is just a problem one has to deal with it. Once we hit the pavement we were faced with other realities that need to be taken into consideration, like semi trucks, and taxi drivers, and unlicensed drivers (one of those put me out of order for more than a year) greedy cops and smiley soldiers sporting machine guns.

“Are you going to stop for the sparkplugs?”
“Yes, there’s a tire shop up here”
“Do you know them?”
“I think they know me”
“Okay”
“Alright, I’ll be right back” I got out of the car and approached the owner.
“Do you have any used sparkplugs? You know, for fishing?”
“No, sorry we do not” He showed some genuine consternation.
“How about nuts and bolts or any thing we can use for sea leads”
“No, you see, we fish too” The 3 grubby fellows that were sitting next to him smiled affirming their boss’s remarks.
“Okay, thank you”
“Wait” one of the grubby ones said.
“Yes?”
“If you go up the road you will find a mechanic that does taxis, he will have your sparkplugs”
“Thanks man”
“Good luck”
I got back in my car and I was asked:
“Any luck?”
“No, but I was directed to the right location”
“Good”
“Yeah”
I drove a few blocks and we spotted a bunch of broken yellow taxis.
“I think we’re here” I said.
“I believe so” Cruz said.
“I be right back”
“Okay”
I spotted a guy in a taxi looking at me; I tried to approach him but he signaled with his hand, directing me to go inside the compound. I walked in and saw a guy under the hood of a yellow taxi.
“Buenas tardes” I said
He looked at me and did not say anything.
“Do you have sparkplugs? I pressed.
“How many do you need?”
“2”
“Wait here” He walked inside a shed and came out with 2 oily sparkplugs and handed them to me.
“Thank you” I said.
He did not say anything and went back to work under the hood of the car. As for me, I got back to my car and handed the 2 sparkplugs to Cruz.
“Got them” I said.
“Good”
“Now lets get out of here, we still need to go and get the hooks”
“Do you want me to watch out for you as you back out?”
“No, I’ll be okay”

At the store I saw two girls who were stocking shelves, and I asked the prettiest one.
“Do you have fishing hooks?”
“Yes, I think we do, can you show him please” she said to her coworker.
“Yes, comes with me sir” She said. I followed her and noticed she had a beautiful body. We arrived at the sports department and she knelt next to a gun case and looked through the window of a wooden box.
“Sorry sir, we are out of hooks”
“Thank you for looking”
“You are welcome”
I needed to break a $100 dollar bill so I walked to the tortilleria, grabbed a kilo, and hurried back to the cash register.
“I can help you here sir”
“Yes, thank you” I place the kilo of tortillas next to her.
“Is that all?”
“Yes” I handed her the bill.
“Do you have anything smaller?”
“No” I smiled and then she smiled back.
“Can I give you your change in pesos?”
“No, dollars please” I smiled once again and I saw how her pupils minimized till they looked like two small planets.
“Okay then, I am going to get your change” She ran towards an office. She was pretty and reminded me of a girl I once wrote a song for. When she came back she gave me my change and wished me a good day. I did the same.
“No hooks man”
“Tough luck”
“I’ll try the radio”
“Good idea”
“CQ, CQ, CQ, where can I get fish hooks?
“Deportes Atlas” said the voice coming from the speaker.
“Thank you and 73”
“73” said the radio operator.
“Okay, to the sporting store it is”

It was difficult to find parking in downtown but with persistence we managed to park in front of the store.
“You know the drill, I be right back?”
“I know”
“May I help you” said the clerk behind the counter.
“Yes, I need fishing hooks”
“You came to the right place, come over here and let me show you” The case was filled with all sizes and styles of hooks.
“I am looking for small ones, I am fishing from the shore”
“What do you thing of these ones?” He showed me a size 6 hook.
“Perfect, I’ll takes 6 of them”

We drove towards the beach looking for the fabled PEMEX Condominiums. Charlie always told incredible stories of successful fishing at the place. I got lost and ended up a military check point.
“Is the way to the PEMEX Condominiums? I asked
The military man was carrying a side arm, it might have been a 9 millimeter or a 45, it was hard to tell. He was probably a Captain; I could see 3 soldiers with him carrying M16’s.
“No, this the Thermoelectric Plant, you can’t fish here but I show you how to get to the condominiums” He said with a smile.
“Is it true there’s good fishing there?”
“Yes, but as you know, is a matter of luck”
“You are right”
“Good luck”
“Thanks”
We drove away towards the condominiums. I was eager to cast my bait, but I knew we had more than enough time.
“Did you see the face of the soldier on the booth?
“No”
“He looked preoccupied”
“Really?”
“Yes, I hope they don’t shoot us with a bazooka”
“No, the Captain looks like a good man”

At the PEMEX condominiums we did not see any spectacular fishing spot; there was no parking and no way to access the beach from those government buildings.
“No wonder” said Cruz
“What?”
“All the good looking girls we see at the main boulevard are coming from here”
“I think you are right, I think Charlie is also right, but I don’t feel like fishing inside a penthouse.
“Yeah”
“Let’s get out of here; we’re going to the PEMEX Beach”
“Okay”
“We need to get close to the dikes… that’s were the fish are”
“Great, perhaps we can get on top of them and fish from up there”
“No, I don’t think the soldiers like that, they’re very protective”
“There just making a big deal out of nothing”
“They don’t like accidents”
“Yes, better play it safe”

We parked the car and walked about half a mile to the dikes. I was tempted to drive on the sand, but did not want to risk getting stuck, at any rate, exercise is medicine. We got close to the rocks, rigged our fishing rods and cast away. There were other fishermen doing better than us. Nonetheless we were fishing. We were concentrating on all the fish we could get.
“What’s up with the rabbit hunter?” said Cruz.
“He’s protecting the dikes, just doing his job”
The soldier walked on the rocks, he was wearing cammo fatigues and a M16 hanged from his shoulder. His face was that of a happy child, playing on his back yard.

WALKING


I like my
Hippo boots

Each step
Resurrects a memory

I can climb
To heaven
With my
Hippo boots

I can smile
All the way
To happiness
When my feet
Are surrounded
With my
Hippo boots

SHORT HAIRCUT & GLASSES


The creator
Of conspiracies
Enters the
Children’s playground
He has a
Beautiful wife
He carries
A baby
In his arms
And another one
Of his offspring
Walks beside him

TERRACERÍA


La pareja de nativos
Caminan por
Un lado de la carretera
Pintoresca aparición
Siguen el camino
Avanzan hacia abajo
Saludando al polvo
Y ella habla
Por un celular

ASHTRAY


The cowboys hats moved up & down. Their drunken owners dancing to Norteño Corridos. Their wives, lovers, or girlfriends, were shaken across the dance floor like worn puppets. The Band was good. Indian looking fellows played with a lot of feeling. The accordion sounded great. Superb funeral music. Since I don’t like to dance just for fun I sat at the bar and tried to write my way out of a dilemma. Nothing in particular, I just like to think in those terms when I am writing. I like to think I am solving some kind of problem. I looked towards my right and I saw a goofy guy standing to close for comfort.

“What do you want?” I asked.
“An ashtray”
“Where are you from?”
“Iran”
“Sorry I don’t smoke”
“I need an ashtray”
“Why don’t you get it from the waiter”
“Passed me that ashtray” he pointed to a black ashtray next to me.
“Aren’t you Muslim?”
“Yes”
“I thought Mulsims did not do booze, look at you, you’re all fucked up… not that I care, we Catholics are allowed to enjoy good liquor. I just don’t have your ashtray”
“Ashtray….”
“You know, when I used to smoke, I used to smoke Camels”

The smiley Iranian stopped smiling and walked away.
Ashes… I have been around ashes all my life. It’s just too much.
I also got up walked outside of bar and I could feel the ocean’s breeze and it felt good. I looked at the lights of the nearby boats that pierced the darkness and I wished them good luck.

AT THE BORDER CHECKPOINT


“What’s in the suitcases?”
“A whole lot of love”
I did not say that because Led Zeppelin was playing on the radio. I said it because it was true.
“Love uh?”
“Yes, you want me to show you?”
“No! Don’t open them! You can go now.
And we were inside America just like that.



PORTABLE LOVE


Love
Can be concealed
Inside a suitcase
Or inside a sub─heart

Love
Keeps you warm
When it is cold
And it keeps you cool
When you are in hell

Always pray for love
Because love is water
And just like water
Love can hurt
Or even kill you

Love
Is a being
That’s always
Changing colors

Love fits everywhere!

Love is hated
In an awful
Lot of places
Love tastes good

Love looks good
So good that
You feel fire
Seizing your spine

Love
Is before the big bang!

Love
Will be
The brightness
Of the end

BORDER CROSSING BY FOOT

“Give me your wallet!”
I handed the migra my wallet as he held my border─crossing card.
“And what about you?”
The migra asked my companion.
“I am with him.”
“Citizenship?”
“American.”
Answered my lovely escort.
“You 2 come with me.”
The migra instructed us to follow him. He took us to an office on the side of the building. There we found a Midwestern looking fellow with his boots on a metal desk. His neck was red.
“This is the girlfriend”
Our guard retorted.
“Fiancée” I corrected.
“Leave them here, I’ll deal with them”
Said the migra on the desk. The first migra left the room and closed the door. I felt the pressure of claustrophobia beginning to take a hold of both of us.
“I don’t have any money” I said
“Shut up” He said.
“Fuck you” I softly replied.
“What?”
“Nothing”
The migra got up with his baton on his right hand and advanced towards me.
“No, please officer” Said my partner with tears in her blue eyes.
“Look what you did you stupid brute. She’s pregnant” I said.
“Sit down you motherfucker!”
The migra yelled as he held his baton over my head. I winced and then sat down on a metal chair.
“Stay here and don’t move!” ordered the redneck as he walked out the room and slammed the metal door.
“I am scared” she said sobbing.
“Don ‘t be afraid, come here and sit next to me”
“What’s going to happen?”
“They’re going to let us go”
“How do you know?”
“Because we haven’t committed any crimes and you are American, young, beautiful, and extremely attractive. Good qualities for a witness to have”
“We are in trouble”
“No, this is almost over”
“I don’t feel good”
“Breath in…. breathe out…”
The door opened and a gentle looking, grandpa─type, churchgoing─brand of migra entered the room and gave us our documents.
“Okay kids you can go”
“You see, we can go… thank you sir”
“All right goodbye” said the older migra with a tired voice.
“Thank you sir” She said.
“Okay, okay… bye bye” He said.
“Let’s go” I said
And we walked away and entered California and passed the fast food restaurants and I checked to see that there were no more tears in her lovely eyes and we kept walking. And the sun was making her red hair change in color intensity.
“You know?” she said.
“What?”
“We should get a bomb”
“A bomb?”
“Yes, honey… a bomb”
“Too much damage…. very primitive… very unaesthetic. What we need is a device that helps good people; that inspires and empowers those who are against evil, but at the same time, something that stops the bad folks from causing more damage.
“Juan?” she asked.
“Yes?”
“I love you”
“I love you more”

CLIENTES


"I have an alien implant on my scrotum
It was placed there by a green─woman
She used her tongue to perform the operation"


─ ¿Entonces qué?
─ ¿Qué de qué?
─ ¿No te gusta mija?
─ Sí, está muy bonita.
─ No te tienes que preocupar absolutamente de nada. Yo me encargaré de todos los gastos de la boda.
─ ¿De cuál boda?
─ De su boda─ ¿De la boda de su hija?
─ Sí, de la boda de ustedes, de mija y tú.
─ ¿No cree que nos estamos apresurando demasiado?
─ No, al contrario, creo que estamos perdiendo el tiempo.
─ Pero si ni siquiera la conozco, sólo la he visto una vez , aunque sí es muy hermosa, se ha de parecer a su mamá… quizá ocupemos conocernos más, salir a dar una vuelta a la playa, al cine, a cenar.
─ No digas tonterías, conmigo no vas a jugar.
─ No estoy jugando ni diciendo tonterías…. si estuviera jugando con usted le diría algo como:
“su panza cuelga de la hebilla del cinturón,
la puedo abrir como a un zipper
y sus intestinos caerán en el suelo
y nos ensuciaran los zapatos.”
─ No estés chingando.
─ Usted empezó.
─ ¿Entonces como le vamos hacer?
─ Pues primero creo que tenemos que conocernos. Hace unos momentos, cuando ví a su hija, sus ojos emanaban una mirada tierna y dulce hacia mí. Está es una buena señal. Quizá podamos llegar a entendernos. Ya sabe usted lo complicado que son los misterios del amor.
─ Más vale que esto te de resultado.
─ Señor, recuerde que yo lo estoy ayudando a usted. No usted a mí.
─ No te hagas pendejo. Yo sé que ocupas el trabajo.
─ Recuerde que mi trabajo es hacer lo correcto.
─ Por favor, es que, estoy muy preocupado por ella…
─ No se aflija, tenga fe, recuerde que el dinero no es la solución para todos los problemas.
─ Gracias por ayudarme.
─ De nada señor. Sea paciente. Ya verá que todas las cosas van a salir bien.

PERSECUCIÓN


La patrulla nos perseguía a toda velocidad. Y nosotros nos reímos nerviosamente y fumábamos cigarrillos. Por el espejo retrovisor podía ver el rostro del único policía dentro del vehiculo. El rostro del chofer tenía todos los tintes de avaricia y las manchas de la codicia. Sospecho que por las mismas razones no reportó la persecución. Quizá sabía de lo que estaban repletos los maletines que llevábamos en la cajuela. Y mi chica apuntaba con su M16 y se apoyaba, en parte, en el asiento en que íbamos sentados. Y me preocupé un poco porque sabía que una vez que empezaran las detonaciones el cristal trasero de nuestro vehiculo se destrozaría mandado miles de astillas de vidrio por doquier. También sabía que Rosa contaba con el mejor entrenamiento militar y que no iba a sacar la mitad de su cuerpo por la ventana de su puerta para empezar a disparar.
─ Espera. Pronuncié.
─ ¿Por qué?
─ Porque no quiero que les des en la madre a mis tímpanos.
─ Te dije que me dejaras manejar.
─ ¿Estás loca?
─ No estoy loca, tu sigue manejando y yo me encargo del chota.
─ No, espera si nos detenemos te puedes bajar del carro y te arreglas con él.
─ No, es demasiado tarde, ya me vio apuntando.
─ Bueno por lo menos déjame bajar las ventanas para reducir el….
¡Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop!
El sonido del .223 invadió el interior del vehiculo, el de nosotros y el del policía también, pero a diferencia de nuestros efectos auditivos, el agente ha de haber escuchado algo similar a un golpeteo metálico antes de partir hacia el más allá. Por mi retrovisor podía ver nuestra ventana desecha y también la patrulla llena de hoyos, detenida en medio de la carretera, quedándose atrás a consecuencia de nuestra velocidad. La del carro y la de Rosa.
─ ¿Éxito? Indagué.
─ Sí.
─ ¿No más chota?
─ No.
─ ¿Segura?
─ Sí, lo convertí en una botella. En un rocío muy colorado.

ESTROBOS


El canto
De las sirenas
Me fascina

Me convierte
En un loco alegre

Es música
Para enamorados

Códigos auditivos
De aventuras accidentadas

Momentos semánticos
Que provocan
El eco de perros

MORNING


She moves
With ethereal motions
Dressed in white
Most of the time

OUTSIDE THE TRAFFIC WAS INTENSIFYING


─ Juan?
─ Yes?
─ Do you have a daughter?
─ Why do you ask?
─ Sometimes when I read you work, I get this feeling, that you have a daughter or daughters.
─ Sometimes I feel the same.
─ Do you?
─ Do I what?
─ Do you have a daughter?
─ The truth of the matter is that there are some girls out there that I care for very much. I feel so much for them that at times I see them as my offspring.
─ Can I be your daughter?
─ You want me to be your Daddy?
─ Yes.
─ You will have to stop smoking dope, and you will have to stop relying on electronic devices to get things done. Learn to trust your intuition, rely more on nature, and put the artificial away. Discover how to do it by your own juices.

WHITETOP


A world is tired
Wheels everywhere
Rubbery equations
Oily products

Touching the roughness
The hardness
The blockage
Of arteries
Chocking the planet

I loaned you
My key
And you sold it back
To me

Beware!
Blacktop
Is fading away

PINTURAS


Pinturas de caballos
Y pintura de cabellos

Paredes
Recipientes verticales
De mezcla y químicos caprichosos

Salpicar
En la cama

Sal y picar
En el mar

Manchas del mundo
El rosa es el óptimo
De los colores prohibidos

Iluminar
Sólo Dios
Y los niños iluminan

Plétora de imitaciones
Venenosas y pegadas entre
El algodón y la piel

¡No pinten el mundo!

Dupont
¿Sabes lo que estás haciendo?

Dios te observa
Los niños también

EL PUENTE


Puente de estiércol
Omen incompleto
Medio de destrucción
Y enfermedad

Puente quemado
Antes de ser terminado

Agente de locura
En mi esquina
De Latinoamérica

Símbolo de nuestros
Enemigos y tiranos
Tenebrosa y macabra
Imagen en la carretera

Puente hacia
La profundidad del caos

Puente de la muerte
Puente de amputaciones
Puente de heces
Puente de males
Puente de quejidos
Puente de pujidos
Puente de aullidos
Puente de pervertidos

Puente del calentamiento
Local y global

Puente de la gran mentira
Puente de dimensiones esquizofrénicas

Puente gris
Pero lo veo como blanco

Puente
De sonrisa animal
Disfraz mercantilista
Antifaz de sufrimiento
Anhelo de espantapájaros

NERVIOSA


You walked
Gently on the sand

I gently speak to you

Don’t believe
The mirror
Believe me

Believe my eyes
When you looked
Into them

When I say
To you
How beautiful
You are

BLOOMING


My beautiful baby
You are doing terrific

Your eyes
Have become
Piercing beacons

Consider sunglasses
To control the effect

When you smile
Try to show
A little more teeth

I pray
You don’t give me
A heart attack

RUNNER


You are
Getting better
By the day

Your face
Is changing

How lovely!

I am falling
In love with
Your profile

AFRICA


A lion kills
His rival
The offspring
Of his rival
And gets to work

THE ART OF TRANSLATION


Guerita
I will translate you
Into Spanish

Love tastes better like this

I will interpret
Every inch of
Your youthful body
Into something
Even greater

It is not
That I have anything
Against English

It is just that
It brings me
Great pleasure
When I try
To make things better

Lovemaking
Sounds better
Like this

SALUD


Una señora
Hace ejercicio
En la playa
Su niña la sigue
Avanzan velozmente
Sobre la arena
Señora de
Boca deliciosa

PREVENCIÓN


El bicicleta
Se puede lastimar
En el verano de la arena

MORNING

Keep jogging
And concentrate
On what makes you
Do this

If you can
Try to smile a little

Your not only
Looking good
You are getting prettier

EL MAR


The sprinter
Keeps exercising
She’s looking good
I am beginning
To feel
Like a proud Papa

The supermodel
Is doing mighty fine
She got extra points
For getting rid of
The clown

She’s pretty
Fit & trim
Ready for
The catwalk

Two concerns
For this beauty queen:

I want to know
If she’s
A good conversationalist
I would like to see
Her killer smile

950


The sporty girl
Sprints pass me
Her eyes have
A vegetarian
Kind of fear

It still hurts me
To see others hurt

When she comes back
Her face is calmer
She seems relax
And she says
Papa

EVENING


The candle light
Illuminates her
Beautiful face
Warm romantic
Summer table
A princess
Next to me

3 DAYS


The fly
Was going to die anyways
Either by drowning
The blue flyswatter
Or a short
Life span
3 days
Or 75 hours

THE YOUNGEST


Dad
By accident
I touched a fly

It landed
On the ground
It was dead

It wasn’t afraid
Perhaps it wanted
To kill itself

HOMESTEAD


The northern lightning
Creates music
A humming bird
Visits my tree

COLLEAGUES

Large crowds
Like cattle gone mad

But these two
Seem willing and able

That place in the distance
On the beach
Where the hotel
Waits by the water

The fountain says:
They’re good looking

Industrious women
Inviting us
Waiting for us

RX


Anti-inflammatory
Is what the Doctor ordered

She has a
Giant radiant smile

A petite body
And the energy
Of a teenager

Anti-inflammation
An exercise of life

Ortho dispensers
Killers of illness
Diminishment of growths

Puffiness & silliness
Of swollen minds
Inflammation of the environment
Diseases of the rich

This is the
Gym of love

BAD BREATH


The girl
Got very close to me
And began to blow

This was somewhat
Of a surprise
I did not know her

She looked
Like an upper class girl

She was pretty
And fit the
Malcolm X Equation

DATA

She looks like
A nurse from the state
Women of profound
Spiritual beauty
That know how
To inflict pain
And gain health

I remember my first nurse
I was 8 year old then
And I was in love with her
She would watch over me
She would sit next to my bed
And read a book

I would lay on
My hospital bed
And stare at the ceiling
Once in awhile
I would turn my head
To see her

She was a 70’s nurse
She used to wear her blouse
With the top 3
Buttons unbuttoned
And I could see
The profile of her breast
So close to me

But when she would
Follow doctor’s orders
I would discover
New dimensions of pain

This was necessary
So I could walk again

Poor Octavio
I know why
He was misunderstood

Sometimes
The taste of medicine
Makes you act suspicious
Makes those around you
Have suspicious minds

She took poetry
To another dimension
I also felt like
Being evasive

For a moment
I was seduced
With images & metaphors
Similar to the
Best words
I heard in my life

VACATION

My African princess!
When I see you
At my window
My heart revives

Be my
Queen of Sheba
Let me be your
Sol-omon

Oh Mother Beauty!

Let me write
Love poems
On you

The green-fields
Of the world
Will become
Our love bed

THE BRAIN
OF A POLICEMAN


Fix the cerebellum
And the bright lights
Will increase

Glow in the dark…

6 exits
6 possible outcomes

The guitar player
Does not care if
A 6
Is a 9

The painter
Sees a nose
In number 7

And I like to
Agree with them

I pray
For success
To emanate
Form the doctors hands

Nothing’s for sure
And there’s
Always the
Risk factor

An optional operation
Via remote control
The medicine of the future?

If death is imminent
To proceed would be
Sensible like summer

When intentions are good
It’s better to
Sanitize the outcome

There’s still time
To turn around
Drop your guns
And walk the way
Of the hermit
The holy man
The American Ascetic

But if you think you must
We all have our reasons
You know?
So be it
Let you choice be known

All you have to do is
Think about it
Kind of like fiat
Like when the world
Was created

And men & angles
Will know

Girls & women
Will sense it

The dogs
That used to
Bark at you
Will shut up
The ones
That used to bite you
Will ran away howling

It is never what it seems

You will become
Your worst enemy
And you will either
Win against yourself
Or autodestruct

Do you believe in luck?

I understand your
Previous boss is a
Casino owner

Did he teach to
Beat the odds?

I’ll show you
A better way:

Sell everything you have
And give it to the poor

Mmmmmm….

Something tells me
You will not

I wish it could be different
But your are a policía

And I am a….
How to explain it…

A green-poet
Under a green-patriarch

We are
Very different indeed

YOUR DEMANDS


The paths of commerce
Are the ways love

Sex plus tax
In an biodegradable where-house

The guilt of resale
With shopping carts

The conceit of wholesale
In semi trucks

Food is just another name
For the myriad of aberrations

Give me freedom
In a machine shop

Give me death
To resurrect the lives
Of the very old
And the very rich

Give me a Hummer
From the judges’ chambers

Give me an SUV
With a big throat

Give me
High definition murder
My color TV
Translated to all
The languages of the world

Give me
The lights of Wall Street
And my copy of the constitution

Give me
The gift of life
Kiss my lips
As you blow
Punch my heart
Till it turns
Black & blue
So he can walk proud
When it becomes purple

Give me back
My rights!

You can keep
My LEFTovers

You can keep
My cancer

You can keep
Your ezquizofrenia
Your radiation
Your idealization
You machinations
Your coca-cola
Your pepsi-cola

Takes your hoofs
Out of my
Drinking water

MY RESPONSE

I see through your eyes
My wounds bleed
Like your wounds
And my blood
Like your blood
Is not yet infected

I feel like you feel
I feel love
Like you do
And hatred
Like you been hated

I get tired like you do
Hungry & thirsty
Like any human being

I have been sick
And been nursed
Back to health
I also know death
Like you do
It has robbed me
Of family & friends

They have tried
To dehumanized me
Like they tried
With you

But God
Was working undercover
(in secret because last time
They tried to kill Him)
Within the poor
And He gave me a hand
And when I held fast
To Him
It burned like hell
Because for a moment
I thought hew was the Enemy
But when I realized
He’s was the
The ‘Father of Lights’
I felt warmth
I felt security
I felt wholeness
I felt happiness
And my assailants
Began to drop
Like drunken flies
But they never
Got a hangover
And they never
Got up

And He gave me
New names
And told me
To stay with
The aliens
But before He left
He showed me
A few more
Tricks of the trade

You were
Also aided by Him
The proof of this
Is that you are alive
And were happy
A few moments ago

All you have to do
Is believe
I love you

Believe me
Stop messing with aliens
Because they will mess with you
If you try to track them
You are just tracking yourself
The same is true with
All the other
Verbs & adjectives

I think of you often
And perhaps soon
We could toast
To our happiness
And the happiness
Of the whole world
While we fly
Over the Pacific Ocean

ASSETS

I have you
You mater the most
You are here
You are there
Only God can help us now!
I’ believe in you

We’ll be there
Invisible us
You & me
Us & them
Oh magnificent image!
Flavor of patience

PAZ


Morning beauty
Refreshment of existence
Presence of life

I would marry you
1000 times over

You make me creazy
En español

Paz
I saw you

Where you
Are need it
The most

The borderline
Of my heart

You are
The most valuable
Gift on earth

INVISION

Invasion
In a helicopter

With a tree
For a rotor

A sunflower
For a tail

With a flag
Crammed with
Superstars

Snowed mountains
On its body

The ladder
Caressed by
The wind

Crew
With tempered
Faces

FATHER’S DAY

My firstborn
Fell asleep
Next to me

I slept too

I woke up
As he was trying
To choke me
With both his hands

His eyes closed
His face wincing

Wake up!
I told him

Was the matter
With you?

I was dreaming
He said
That a dog
Was trying to bite me
And it wanted
To throw me
Into the sewer

How proud I was!

He’s a good kid
He has strong hands
And he’s just 8

PERSITANCE


How they manipulate you
Blue tooth and all
And you let them
And you suffer
And I keep loving you
And your pain intensifies
And my hands are
Reaching for you
And you
Just stand there
Hurting evermore

THE MEXICAN
&
THE MIGRA

“Religion and I
Don’t mix well
I meditate
That’s what
Does it for me”

He’s okay
Because when
I was
Being harassed
By the ku kux clan migras
He always acted
Professional towards me

Is not his fault
God made
Him a migra
And made me
An alien

If he could
Only see
That he works
For a religious agency
Things would be easier

It’s somewhat
Of a mystery

God
Is a mystery

And since
In a situation like this
You either help out
Or win
I will opt
For lending him
A hand

Meditation is good
It works best
For women

Women meditate
Men contemplate

Like telephones

Women
Use telephones

Men
Use radios

Contemplation
Will always
Give you

An advantage
Sooner than later
You will
Deal with God

He always wins

La casa
Siempre gana

When He wins

You win
And crooks lose
And bad people lose

And moments
Of meaning & fulfillment
Arrived like
The 2 humming birds
That appear
Outside my window

ORDINARY


There’s no
Such thing
As strangers
On planet earth

God made everybody

And temptation
With God’s creations
Is not a novelty

Scientists are the first
To sin
In such way

Ordinary human beings
Like poets
Do not premeditate
But sometimes
They levitate

TOXIC


Agent of filth
I will destroy you

I will extinguish
Your madness
Your organic folly

My echoes
Will reach you

And I will seize you
Like Cipro
And you will
Look at me
With your
Bacteria-shot eyes

I will look
And see
And ponder

As your
Grotesque existence
Fades away

Poisoner of children!

I will cut you down
Put you out
And place your
Infected memory
In the darkness

Inside a cave
For imbeciles

Specter of
Contamination

Like the farmer
Hits the stem
I will hit your soul

Not even your kin
Will remember you

You will never
Become a father
Of sons

You will move
Like swine do
When they hang
Inside the slaughterhouse

As dirty streams
Of their ending existence
Accumulate on the floor

I will not
Use chlorine
For cleanliness
But fire

GIRLS

Your eyes
Expelled so much heat
I felt shy
I could only
Smile for you

Yesterday
As I was coming in
Your sister
Or cousin
Or aunt
Had the same effect
On her eyes

And when
I was
Coming out
You stood there
A formidable
Opponent in
The arts of love

I would have liked
To hug
Or kiss you
Both
But there was
A trembling
On both of
Your beings
That made me
Walk away

There’s always
Incredible miracles
That appear
On my field
Of vision

Like the beautiful girl
Talking in her cell phone
As I write this
Who likes to imitate
My every motion

Her beauty
Is not average beauty
Because all women
Are beautiful

Her beauty is tender
Deep & touching

I believe
With all my heart
Her beauty
Was magnified
When she become
A mother

POLICÍA


A new world policeman
With a motorcycle
Of uncertainty

No need
For a gunfight

Dialogue becomes
The medium
Of war

Leopoldo
Don’t follow
The money

It will lead you
To madness!

Leopoldo
Even though it took
Some effort
To persuade you

Leopoldo
You did walk
Though the path
Of understanding

Leopoldo
Believe me
When I say
It is best for
Both of us
It is best
For everybody

Leopoldo
There’s no need
To mention cash
Because I think
We are above it

Leopoldo
I understand your concerns
From the northern borders
To the southern limits
In español

Leopoldo
You fresh-blood
You impressionable spirit
You vessel of potential
You police-something

Leopoldo
Pistolero of
The people and
For the people

Leopoldo
Don’t forget
The microphone

Leopoldo
Blessed are those
Who believe
Without seeing

Leopoldo
Believe me
When I say
Things will
Forever change

LOVE IN MOTION

With love
The heavens
And the earth
Were created

By love
They will
Be destroyed

With love
The creatures
Experience ecstasies

By love
Punishment ignite
Illuminations

With love
Hearts are created

By love
Hearts crack
Like the windshields
Of used cars

With love
I entered
Into you

By love
I pulled out

BIRTHDAY

The children
Sing happy birthday

In Spanish
It sounds better
Because the tune
Tells about a song
That king David
Used to sing
Early in the morning

All of them precious
Marvelous creations
Of God

The all say
“Happy birthday sir”
And I feel like
Calling them
Sons & daughters

Then the beautiful lady
With deep
Brown eyes
And profound
Black hair

Places a chocolate
Birthday cake
On my table

I think of her
And make my wish
Before extinguishing
The candle

She reaches over
And embraces me

She irradiates warmth
That travels
Straight to my heart

QUESTIONS

“Are you married?”
She looked at me
without making a sound,
then she moved her face
in a positive gesture.

She was smiling…
but it did not seemed
To be a happy smile.

“Happily married?”
I pressed.

She once again repeated
the same motions,
but this time
the smile looked
more like a frown.

“And you?”
She asked.

“No, I am not, well I am separated”
I looked at the children
and concluded my answer
“Yes, I am… very happy”

CYNTHYA

She was
My first editor
She was friends
With Blanca

And there was
This international contest
Between schools
From both sides
Of the border

All kinds of
Cool projects
Technological
And artistic
Were submitted

I only felt
Comfortable writing
So I wrote a poem
About the beach

I guess in retrospect
It was an eco-poem

About people…

People swimming
In shit

And I gave
Cynthia the
Rough draft
And she made it
Make sense

She corrected
All the typos
And the errors
And tried to
Make it
Mistake-free

But we all now
Every poem
Is a mistake

Because a good poem
Is a good mistake

A big poem
Is a big mistake

Little poems
(My favorite)
Are little mistakes

Just like normalcy
Is fallacy
The truth
Is a mistake
To those in the
Unnatural world

We submitted
The poem
And it did not
Win 1st place
Nor 2nd
Nor 3rd

It got
A honorary
Mention award

I remember
My father
Being very proud

So much
That he bought me
My first pair of
Cowboy boots

BLANCA


When I was on 8th grade
I decided to translate
The lyrics from
Foreigner’s
Hot Blooded song
Into Spanish

Class was boring
I think this
Is the first document
That I ever translated

I could only remembered
The chorus
So that’s what
I wrote down
On my school notebook
With my red pen

I identified
With the singer
When he would
Make reference
To having a fever
Of 103

Because I used
To get constant fevers

I think I translated
That part like this

“ I have a fever
Of 100 degrees”

It seems like
It was yesterday

Blanca
The prettiest
Girl in class
Who was sitting
Next to me
Asked to see
What I was writing

To this day
I don’t know
What she
Thought of it
Because she
Just looked
At me
And smiled

She was
So beautiful
And I knew
Her beautiful face
Her beautiful smile
Her beautiful presence
Was a gesture
Of approval

Later on
I wrote poems
For her
Which were
Lost forever

I also wrote
A song for her

I lost the piece
Of paper
That it was
Written on

But I know it
By heart

CASI NADA

La ilusión del amor
Es tan poderosa
Como la televisión

Me como
Un cono
Como un astrónomo

La luna
Esta bajo
La influencia
Del Serafín

Romano
Como Roman
Cerebro eléctrico

Que no hace nada
Como los patos
Porque no rima
Con la electricidad

El Papa
Charla con
El papá

Un tren
Entrena
A un electricista

Correo cerrero
Que dominas
A los cerrajeros

Link de Slavonia
Un tigre se come
A Tigris

El jinete
En la playa
Con caballo
De Albania

Y los niños
Son los mejores
Para diagnosticar
La locura

SYMBOL

The afternoon’s ocean
Soothing like
Fine medicine

The steps are wonderful
Because I can feel
The softness
Of the planet

Earth becomes
A pillow

I am resting
On the breasts
Of mother earth

And the girl
That girl

Says hello
Without words
Without sounds

She just sticks
Her tongue out
And curls it
With the reflection
Of the sunset

The tongue!

The language
Of children
And clowns
Of lovers
And dogs

Ramification
Of communications

Many tongues
Many nations

Babel on my beach
And she
Makes me smile

FUNNY MIGRA


“You again?”

“Is good to see you
I was beginning to worry about you”

“Ok then… open the trunk”

“Ok”

“What are these?”

“Binoculars”

“What do you need them for”

“To see”

“To see what?”

“Well… I like to go to the beach”

“Hell… I don’t need no binoculars to look at ladies”

“Do you believe in mermaids?”

“What?”

“It’s kind of hard to explain”

“Oh… you have a first aid kit… something good to have if your driving”

“Aha”

“What are these? Condoms?”

“Those are for emergencies too… you know….
It‘s better to have them and not them
Than to need them and not have them”

“You must have been a boy scout”

“What can I say?”

FUNNY MIGRA


“You again?”

“Is good to see you
I was beginning to worry about you”

“Ok then… open the trunk”

“Ok”

“What are these?”

“Binoculars”

“What do you need them for”

“To see”

“To see what?”

“Well… I like to go to the beach”

“Hell… I don’t need no binoculars to look at ladies”

“Do you believe in mermaids?”

“What?”

“It’s kind of hard to explain”

“Oh… you have a first aid kit… something good to have if your driving”

“Aha”

“What are these? Condoms?”

“Those are for emergencies too… you know….
It‘s better to have them and not them
Than to need them and not have them”

“You must have been a boy scout”

“What can I say?”

INSPECTIONS

The woman was not
A supermodel
But she was decent

“What do you have in your bags?”
“Dirty laundry”
“Open them”
“Do you want to see my sperm-stained underwear?”
“What happened?”

“Sometimes while practicing coitus interruptus
(Because there are some who insist on this kind of madness)
You grab the thing closest to you for clean up-detail
And that’s usually underwear on

The floor
The bed
The seat
The table
The sand
The mulch
The stairs
The elevator
The roof
The cubicle
Or the green grass

“I don’t want to talk to you”
“Okay”
“But we can meet for coffee and talk about this”

I thought about what she said
And for a moment
I looked at her
And her eyes were shinning
I saw myself copulating to death
With this middle-age woman
And how absurd that would be
The ritual of wasting time
The feeling of meaninglessness
That comes with loss of energy
And the vulnerability of risk

“No thank you…. forget I ever
Mentioned anything”

She just looked at me
And kept silent

PAIN IS A BORDER


I never thought I would see
A ku klux klan migra prostrate
Before my Japanese car

Prostrations are the same
All over the world

I submit and it hurts
But it supposed to hurt

Pain is a border

A borderline of gifts
For those who
Fall asleep on
Invisible congregations

Sleeping
Waiting to be awaken
By His word

Sleeping
But listening
Always listening
For the instructions
Of the Son of
The Man

Sleeping
While they
Defame you
And you pretend
You are not listening

Sleeping
Not waiting
To be kissed
Or to be fucked
Because you are
Too tired anyways
And that’s why
You are sleeping

Sleeping
With you eyes open
When beauty is present

Sleeping
With your eyes closed
When folly
Is around you

Sleeping
Always pretending
To rest
But you know
Only the end
Gives true rest

Sleeping
As you win

Sleeping
As you lose

Sleeping
Together wanting
To ignite some-meaning
Left & forgotten
Present but hidden

Sleeping
On a rocky road
A dusty path
Right there
On the footprints
Of the poor

MORNING AGAPE

The missile
Lands on
A pitch roof
It deflects

MIGRA MORAN


“What are the antennas for?”
“Radios”
“What do you used the radios for?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know”
“What are they for!”
“Communications”
“Communications?”
“Yes, don’t you have a radio?”
“No”
“They don’t issue you radios?”
“Yes, they do, but I don’t use them”
“Why?”
“Because you will listen to me”
“That only happens in the movies man”
“Open the trunk“
“Okay”
“What kind of work do you do?”
“Sales”
“Show me your wallet”
“Okay”
“Take the money out of it, I don’t want to take your cash”
“I understand…. interest free loans are hard to beat”
“Is that your boy?”
(He asked as he looked at the picture)
“Yes, one of them”
“One of them?”
“Aha”
“How many wives do you have?”
“Sorry I can’t answer that, I don’t want to incriminate myself”
“I understand”
“No man, I am joking, I have one wife; what about you? do you have kids?”
“Yes”
“Are you married?”
“No”
“Divorced”
“Yes”
“I am getting divorced too”
“So, you sell radios?”
“Yes, HF”
“HF?”
“Yes, you guys use VHF & UHF, you know… local communications. HF is worldwide.
“Okay, wait here… I will hurry up”
“Thank you”

LIES

At the
Dinning table
As I steer the
Seafood in
My bowl

The red can
Tells me
To lift
You up

That you
Are a classic

That you
Are good

That you
Are flavorful!

But as a placed
My lips
On the metal
It feels frigid

5 O’CLOCK

I walked
Pass her
Such a beautiful
Young girl
With red hair
And fair skin
I remembered
My daughters

MIGRA VALDEZ


“What happened?”
“I don’t know”
“5 happened”
“I think so… I lost count”
“You ran out of fingers?”
“Aha”
“And toes?”

“Yes
But I think
I’ll borrow some
From la Migra
Migra Issued
They won’t
Be missed”

I could not believe
I was speaking
To the ghost
Of a cursed ship

I wondered if
He had a good
Sense of humor
Like this goofy
Looking agent

Oil is shinny
It shines
Like confusion
It shines
Like your eyes
2 oil wells…
Burning

M IGRA AIREY

“What problems did you had?”

Problems….
I think you need more bathrooms
I would rather see you serving coffee
Fine coffee to international travelers

You could be
The official barrista for the Migra
And you could forget
About checking silly id’s
And carrying outdated pistols

I am not asking for good liquor

(Even though that might not be a bad idea
At some monasteries they offer a shot of booze
As a welcome gesture)

But coffee is as good
As any fine drink

I imagine you
A grandpa figure
Serving a hot cup
-No cream nor sugar-
To me your prodigal customer
Straitening our business relationship…

Think about it….
It’s win-win situation
-After all you’re the one
Who made emphasis
On how you were going to make sure
I was sent your way each day…

At first I thought you
Were one those
Senior homosexuals
But now that I think about it
It might had been something else

Like the way the wind
Was blowing that day

Ah the things some people will do
With the change of the weather

The most important thing
In all of your folly
Is to make sure
To always have fresh flowers
Strategically located
Around your working space…

This is not only good
For aesthetics…
It is also good for the soul

OFF BEAT BEAUTY

Are you reality
A beautiful hologram
Or just an image
On a million
TV screens

On both sides
Of the border

A signal
On the sky
A prophetic flight

Symmetrical medicine
For the ugliness
Of the world

DIGITAL EMPERATRIX

To the most beautiful and digital apparition....

Producer of divinities
Deity incarnated
Axiom of love
Matrix of hope
Womb of miracles

Mother of many visions
Entity of ethereal youth
Fountain of health
My secret weapon

Lips of resurrection
Body of brilliance
Nuclear smile
Black hair of truth

And your eyes
My dear
Your eyes
Hold the secrets
Of many fires
Ignition of riddles
Mediterranean flash-points

Aesthetic force
Presence of light
Semblance
In my soul

A POEM FOR SOLDIERS

How I

Admire thee
You get to work
With all those
Beautiful toys
And I…
I have

To drink
A lot

Of coffee
Just to make it
Through the night

A POEM TO MIGRA BROWN


Mr. Migra Brown
You are a good man
And I understand
Your reluctance

Keep in mind that
Hesitation will
Not get you far

Consider what happened
With your subordinate
The stupid-skinny kid
With an idiot’s face

He’s not only
A mentiroso-maricon
But he could hurt himself
At the job
Or hurt others
Like you

There’s no need
To withhold his name
One of your partners
Told me his name anyways

I just thought that
Since you have a
Cool name
I think Brown is cool
And your always watchful
Silent and diligent

You know….
You have the virtues
A big brother has
Virtues that can be used
To correct
That fucking imbecile

Your country can use
Those precise talents
Those gifts
That you possess

Just think about this…
I am not telling you
To do anything

But if you see
Your partner
About to fall
In a whole
Wouldn’t you warn him?

You know
Like in a band of brothers
Right?

If your little friend
Is walking crooked
And he’s about to
Step on a mine
Wouldn’t you
Yell at him:
STOP?

I would
And I have
A peaceful easy feeling
That you would too

I am a lover of humanity

And I know
You have gentle
Kind and wholesome
Feelings too

Oh my God!

And what’s
The deal with
The other migra guy
Walking-Horse or
Working-Horse
Or whatever his name is

I afraid he might be deaf

No wonder cowboys
Use riatas
And espuelas
And capan a sus caballos

Oh and Migra PAGAN!

It might be a good idea
To tell him to relax
To convert
To become Catholic

NOT WATER PROOF

I saw migra snipers
On the border roof

They just stood there
Like sitting ducks

Their profiles
Their silhouettes
Made them
Perfect targets

How horrible!
How unsafe!

What an uncomfortable feeling
To be used as bait

Then it began to rain
And they walked away

EXERCICE


Think that
If you don’t
Do it
You’ll die
Prematurely

Odds are against
Sedentary folks

If you don’t care
About yourself
Then think
About your
Love ones
They need you
Healthy & alive

After awhile
It becomes
A good habit

Avoid gyms
Too many germs

Open air
Is much better

Bicycling is fun
But depending
On your country
It could be dangerous

WalKing is the best!

Walking is safe
Walking is lovely
Walking is life

1 MIGRA POEM


Search your soul
As you look
In my car

Find yourself
As you rip
The upholstery

The more damage
You do
The more work
For you

So go ahead
Cut it open
So I can see
Your ribcage

Pry it open
So I can take
A peak at your
Cholesterol painted heart

You are
As replaceable
As any
Used automobile

CONTACT

A soldier hid
Behind the white wall
I could see him
Because the light
Reflected from the ocean
And because
Government buildings
Are strange & awkward

My car takes a hit

The last time
It was a different country
On a freeway
And it was dark
And the water
Did not have salt

And the guy
Who rode shotgun
Told me to return fire

I was left searching
Looking for
A way
The best way
The best explanation
The best interpretation
Of why
You can’t
Shoot a ghost

CAFFEINE

I found
A precious miracle
While roaming
Ground Zero

She’s covered
With soothsaying
And I think
She’ll live
Because she
Doesn’t leave

The way she looks!

What a fragile case
Like fine china
She will crack
If not treated right

Only a specialist
Can save her
And there’s none
Around here

The best thing
Could be
To immobilize her
And call for help

WATER & ICE


My ocean shore
Grows poetry
In the sand

Heartfelt letters
Of love
Soaked in
Water & salt

The words
Ignite my memory
With your image

Illumination of my soul
Ammunition of desire
Particles of remembrance

You are
My precious element

A red glow
On grey crystals
Becomes an apple

The fruit of love!

A grapefruit
Is also surrounded
By silica

The elixir of thirst!

3 soldiers
Walk on mountains
Of quartz

One of them has
A bloody hand
And a machinegun
Hanging from
His shoulder

But I rather think
Of you
Because you
Are not a mirage
Or just a reflection
Of the sun

And the sandy poem
In my hands
Is as real
As your beauty