LEAD


The bird is dying
The woman is jogging
And the black lab
Has a tight rope on its neck
Being led by a man with a kind face

Eyes are crying
Life is passing
Girls are walking

Fishermen are fishing
And the algae snaps
As I step on it

The man with the pole
Is in a trance
Examines the weights

LOOP



The girl in black
Sprints on the sand
He hair like wings
Lifted by the ocean’s wind

She has an atomic smile
As she says:
Buenos días
I answered:
Buenos días
And I’m almost tempted
To tell her to raise her arms

A middle age woman
Runs in circles
Till exhaustion

She looks like a professor
Or some sort of scholar in distress

She stops running and places
Her right hand on her heart
Before finally collapsing
On the sand

The autochthonous woman
Swims in the waves
Clad in a black swimming suit

Despite the cold water
There’s no confusion
There is no cursing
It seems like she will do fine

The girl sitting
On the rock
Watching the spectacle
Reminds me of you

And the girl
Jogging in pink shorts
Has your profile

GRIEF


The man
In the red sweater
Is fading on the sand

The folder
On his hands
Weighs a terrible
Burden on him

He walks
Barely alive
Barely conscious

Ephemeral like an
Unsuspected visit
Disintegrating like
The dead birds on the sand

PLAYGROUND SWING


How fragile is life
When foam comes out
With happiness

When foams comes out
Through the mouth
Of extradited secrets

Decorating the bridges
And tall buildings
Of the cities in your mind

A rope
Is only an instrument
Of distance

A knot
Is what happens
With careless breathing

A bridge can serve
As a roof
A bridge is
A pendulum

8X8


The skiff lingers
Making circles on the water
And the Portuguese lighthouse radiates

The boat retreats
As the 8x8 foreign man
Petting the 2 canines
Said to me:

Good morning!

A woman
Is confused
With the salt water
Her denim jeans
Have pockets full of sand
She’s on the shore
She’s at the mercy of the cold water

She’s wet
She screams
She curses
She cries
In English

I walk
I walk away
I walk northbound
To the line on the face
Of the earth

Tight lips
She tries to smile
But she can’t

ADOQUÍN


The water diving dog
The beach diving mutt
Returns with a smile on its face

Water dripping from the stick
Lodged on its fangs

As the man with the green jacket
Walked sternly with the money bag
On his right hand

The grandmother
Strolling on the boardwalk
Felt face first on the flagstone

When I approached her
And asked if she was okay
She raised her arms towards me

I reached for her forearms
And picked her up
And she looked at me and said thank you

This time
There was no need
For an ambulance

DAIRY PRODUCTS


I want go to Cabo San Lucas he said
I have family there
And work is good

I told him
The Americans & Europeans
Managed that point of the peninsula

I told him
That things there are
Different from the mainline

There’s a better infrastructure
But this is because the city
Is surrounded by salt water

I wished him good luck
And asked him to show me the exit
To the amusement park

He said:
Follow that tunnel
But don’t get distracted

WALKING TOWARDS THE BAKERY


La señora camina sin botas por la arena…


I read your poem
And then I also
Read your poem
On a customer’s garment

We walked
Making comments
About the moon
All the while
I was thinking of you

The bakery
Was full
Of bread for
Those who sleep

Inside
I thought of you
Outside
I remembered you

THE PROFESSOR


I was thinking
About the snake a killed

As the speaker
An older scholarly
Looking lady said:

We have to something
About the many children
Killing little animals

Earlier she had smiled at me
As I took a glass
Of red wine from the table

Now she stood with
A microphone in her hand
Pleading with her voice

AUTUNM WALK


La piedra
tiene 7 caras
7 formas de herir
Contemplaba esto
Mientras caminaba

And this time
A Chevy Truck
Sopped next to me
With 2 Mexican
Cowboys inside
The driver said:
I’ll take you there

Pero hice
la señal de adiós
Con la mano

And his face
Looked bewildered
And he drove away
Following the same route
Of the black car

Seguí mi camino
Pensando en
Cuál de las 7 caras
Duele más

DINNER


It is a fact
He said
That is being made
In Obregon

But I ate toasted bagels
With sliced tomatoes
And virgin olive oil

I told him
That peanut better
And marmalade
Are good too

It was late at night
And coffee was brewing

Only one channel is working
He said as he looked
At the toaster

I told him he could add
More ingredients
If he wanted to

That only works
In the day he said

GOOD IDEA


There was a knock on my door
I recognized the peculiarity of the sound
It conveys the same effect
That I have used many times before

It asks:
Are you okay?

I did not wanted to multiply
The sense of preoccupation
So I incorporated from bed
And opened the door
But there was no one there

The day was cloudy
Overcast and heavy
A confirmation of my desire
To stay indoors and hibernate
From the changing stations
Of the world

I raised my voice and said:
I am okay

And a voice replied:
There’s breakfast
If you want something to eat

I said thank you
Closed my door
And went back to bed
Listened the radio
And considered it
A very good idea

SECOND NATURE


Thunder lingers outside
And the luxury of peace
Is in shortage

The carpenter hits the nail
The doctor makes an incision
The mechanic turns a screwdriver

They war with their vocations
Their tools & instruments
Their hopes & dreams
Their fears & tears

Movement is detected outside
And is either rest or death
A smile or a cry
Or both at the same time

Intention is spotted outside
A twist to the stomach
A taste of distress
With the pre-confusion of existence
Automatic efforts of survival

AGAVE DREAMS


I entered through your lips
Injected images forbidden by many
I did this for you

I saw your eyes
Turn to combustion
Ferocious glance
And I liked it

I tasted your love
It was the most
Human of all love

I consulted the plant
And nature confirmed
How much I love you
Now I wait

MORNING WALK


The house has 6 rooms
He told her
It is a large house
And it is where
We are going to live

I kept walking
Trying to keep the sand
From getting inside
My shoes

It is nice
He continued
Telling his companion
A young attractive girl
About the place
We all are going to live there
He said

They were practically
Walking behind me
And the guy’s bragging
Was disturbing my walk
My peace
My intentions
My thinking up a poem

I slowed my pace
And let them pass me
And their chatter
Went away with them

I stopped
To look at a short dog
Running towards the waves
Coming in and out
Of swallow water
Diving against the waves

I continued with my walk
And noticed the chatter couple
With wet tennis shoes
And wet ankles
And he said to her
How aggressive is the sea

TU ADN

tu adn
quedó en mis cicatrices
como vitamina e

en mis manos
en mi corazón
en mi conciencia
como remedio del alma

como cuando
el amor despierta
de una siesta

como la recuperación
de un significado perdido
que se transporta
en un portafolios de piel

PATIANCE


The ocean was the examining table
The mountains
The chairs were patients sat

Being on the air is tempting
When asked for advice
Tell them what can make them
Better human beings

Don’t’ tell them that
Which can hurt them

Not keeping your feet on the ground
Comes at a price
It might be a bargain for reality
Or the comfort or togetherness & love
It may be offspring growing like trees

SHIP


The boom
Was felt by the sand
By the little fish
In the sea

By the sharks
By the joggers
And the walkers

It made the algae vibrate
And the dog’s ears perked up

It made me tingle inside
It made me smile

It was a big boom!
And the autumn weather
Felt like summer

CYCLES


The bicycle wheels
Hit the pavement
Like bats hitting intelligent-baseballs
That ricochet towards the best places in the world

The children delivered
Like they always do
That’s why God wants them around

The bicycle wheels
Turn benefits into headlines
Spin sadness away

Rotate despondency
Like a bozo with bad makeup
Make wishes fit into tight places
Move intentions forward

THE ART OF TRANSLATION


Apply fire
To the sentences
Bite each word
Till it bleeds a little
Till you can taste
The saltiness of
Their medium-rare symbolism

Feel the meaning
But most importantly
That which is being translated
Must feel the transformation

The beautiful & painful transmutation
The breaking on
The body of the message
Where organic wings
Will grow like a teenager in love

Do it repeatedly
Till it becomes better
Than the original product

Till it becomes so beautiful
That the readers are blinded
By its brilliance
Because it burns the eye
Like the sun
Like a flame of blue propane
Like the infernos
That give meaning to firefighters

And when it is done
Do it again

Till it shines like gold
Till it screams
Beautiful poems at you
Till you are exhausted
Till it is exhausted
Till you have tears of pride
Running down your cheekbones
Till it has tears of appreciation
Building reservoirs in its soul
And when this is done
Do it again

BLACKBOARD


The guitar scales expressed it better
I say it is only seafood
With lime and salsa
Onions and cilantro
Tortillas and spices
The table is set

And the rearview mirror
Serves a different dessert
A small taste of madness

The green lights
Guide the way like runways
Like studio audiences
Graciously laughing
They all travel towards you

WATER & BLOOD


A sea of algae
An ocean
Producing for
The markets of suspicion

Water is in a glass
Water in your body
Water in my heart

Water dancing
In the clearness
Of the crystal

Water with salt
Closing the openings
Gapes breathing
Gapes expiring

FLEX


High tide in the morning
Sand & water
Like newlyweds

A pacific seal
Decorates the event
With ornamental punctures
On it body

The dog
Lays in the boardwalk

Her owner
Pleading with it
Begging it to get up
To continue the march

We the walkers
Watch the spectacle

EARTHQUAKE


Yesterday as I walked
The earth shook

The dust under my feet
Vibrated in love
With the comets
That were falling

Entering the caves
Of the planet

Signaling the path
Of my journey

Preparing the landing
Of messages
That were floating outside
The international Space Station

MESSAGE


My fingertips manipulated the messages
That would eventually show you the light
That would reflect in your eyes
That would make you aware

My steps lifted the dust for your path
Away from your direction
Away from your discretion
I made it clear
That you don’t need telescopes to see

The metallic sound was just protection
Insulation from lighting bolts
A sense of security
An illusion of defense

The police cruiser on the corner
Glittered with curious apprehension
I stepped on the gas pedal
As if my huarache sandal
Was pressing on your face

The rearview mirror
Speaks of the past as triumph
As miles per hour
In your escape
As the metric fall
Of your garrulity

I met my advisor on the road
While thinking of green oil
I bought him a drink
And stated my case for love

DRIVE HOME


The road at night
Is like an unforgettable photograph
Moving with the reflection of lights

The music in the car
Makes for perfect discoveries
The creation of new memories
And the newness of your labyrinth

I could be behind the wheel
On this motorized desire
And be happy in darkness

With the movement of your legs
With the free intentions of survival
With the remembrance of your taste
With the side effects of your embrace

STEPS


A warrior
Studying the next plan of attack

Lovers
Kissing on a natural bed

I have
Been both of them
Plenty of times

Both realities
Are the same

What is best
Is the definition of happiness:

Children kicking
The red ball
On a green field

THE MOON


I saw the moon today
At the warehouse
Walking towards me and trying
So desperately trying
To pull on a shopping cart

I saw the moon today
On it last efforts
With a bloated face
With the makeup of distress
I tried to smile
Or say hello
But that would only
Make things worse

I saw the moon today
And I remembered
Happier times
When we would argue
About WWII rifles

I saw the moon today
On a commercial intersection
Ready to t-bone me
So I looked at it
And it looked away
It blended away
It went away
It disappeared
In the aisles of merchandise

BLACK CAR


The lady on the black car
Slowed down next to me
And asked:
Are you going to Rosarito?

I told her I was walking but
I think she didn’t hear me

The wind was beginning to pick up

It looked like someone
Had messed with her neck
She wore a neck brace

She said:
Climb on in
I’ll take you down

I am walking I said
She looked at me and insisted:
Are you sure?

Yes
I need to do my exercise

She said okay
And drove away
In her nice black car

THE LITTLE AIRPLANE


The airplane
Circles my sky
It goes round and round
Like smoke rings

It appears in my dreams
And in my travels
Always present everyday

Everywhere the music plays
Everywhere the days are fast
And the nights glow red

The airplane sprays questions
On the heavens
Messages & requests
On the footstool of the Lord

MUSIC


The music stays
Faithful through the night

If only the translation of time
Was as beautiful as you

Each step gets me closer to you
Each glance and smile
Is a signal of you

The sun and the clouds
Dance the ritual of the fall

The beat of autumn
The rhythm of you eyes
The metric of your face
The melodies of your body
The accent of your teeth

BATTERIES


This is a strange situation
A ghostly appreciation of the day
Even the horses look like specters
Friendship to a whole new degree
The tracks of life are on the world
The ocean wants to come out of his corral
The night whispers like nights do
Making inflections with the letter “S”
Loneliness is a spiritual State
Governed by the pursuit of reality
I want you to want me
To become batteries together
I want you to want me
To be with you forever

WELCOME


I slept
Like there was no time in the world
And when I woke up
Your eyes were next to mine
And I thought
Of kissing you
Of touching your lips
Of tasting your tongue
Of pressing myself into you
We locked into each other
And threw away the key
And when you bit me
I woke up with you in my arms
With your love on my mouth

NY-CALIFORNIA


The Japannesse girl
Sitting next to me
Was falling asleep

She tended
To rest her head
On my shoulder

Then she would
Suddenly wake up
And straightened herself
On the airplane’s middle seat

Next to her
Sat my buddy
I think it was him

Because he asked questions
Like he did
And smiled like he did

And I always envisioned him
With a Japanese wife

It must be him
I said to myself
Because we are in heaven

I got up from my seat
And walked down the isle
Towards the restrooms

I noticed a man
Sending me nutritional advice
With a US Daily

I passed him
When I was inside the bathrooms
I saw the ship
With attached keys

I counted the keys
And then I urinated
While in the air

When I was back on my seat
There was the voice
Of a flight attendant
On the intercom saying:
Is there a doctor on board?

MEJOR


los relámpagos
de tu hermosura
me han dejado
moribundo

destellos de belleza
coros del cielo
que anuncian tu destreza
movimientos celestes
fotos con el flash del mundo

cuando miras
el cielo
se ilumina con tu sonrisa
y la noche parpadea
como un ciervo sorprendido

los canes aúllan y yo
prefiero contestarles con silencio

YOU COULD BE A VERSE


California
Could be a satellite but….

+++

Your eyes
And your tits
Are better
Than all the planets
In the universe

+++

Your laughter
Has rhythmic connotations
It makes my heart
Work overtime

+++

The scars could be
Welded enough
Let us smile
As we are kilns

+++

This is
And exercise of fire
Can you hold the torch
Of love with your hands
And win?

+++

VALENCIA


gafa con gafa
labio con labio
lengua con lengua
vino en mi paladar
tu amor en mi alma
risa con risa
me como tu miedo
inhalo tu incertidumbre
ojo con ojo
mano con mano
hombre a mujer
mujer a hombre
lágrimas disfrazadas
de sonrisas dilatadas

PISTA

tu calma
tu más fuerte virtud
tus manos
esquinas de mi alma

tus ojos se enfocan
para discernir el futuro
porque la mitad
de tu sonrisa es americana

la energía de tus pensamientos
puede plantar ciudades
modificar nubes
mostrar los secretos del corazón
desatar los ayes del día
alas de palabras
que no dejas despegar

MEDITERRÁNEO


la lluvia llegó
lágrimas del creador
haciendo redobles
en los tejados
y en los pensamientos
de los habitantes

la lluvia
purificó lo que estaba sucio
como siempre lo hace

hidrató plantas
y sentimientos
sonrisas e intenciones
sincronizó los latidos
del corazón

la lluvia
y sus melodías vitales
sus ritmos existenciales

alimentó los ríos de felicidad
y limpió el cauce de subterfugios

la lluvia
limpió el rojo de tus ojos
y lo depositó
en mi paladar

bautizó tu semblante
con vida

la lluvia
inspiró la construcción
de una nueva arca

un salvavidas del mediterráneo
una nave de estruendos
fabrica de truenos

la lluvia
tocó tus labios
y resucitó tus besos

MICRO-SUEÑO


era el principio de los tiempos
y un edificio
desaparecía en tu espalda

en tus labios navegaba
el barco de los sueños
tu rostro concentrado
en el periódico
sobre la mesa
aritmética
y operaciones matemáticas
como evidencia
de lo importante que
es en la vida
la numerología del amor

era el principio de los tiempos
descubría el arte de un nuevo
conocimiento

cuento
y comprendo que la belleza
está depositada en
el templo de tu alma
que tu frente y tu sonrisa
conspiran
en sostener mi corazón

CAFÉ AMERICANO


eso significa que no
entonces
eso significa que no

¿qué haces?
un poema
¿con eso?
sí

no sé...

y sus pies eran
más deliciosos que el azúcar
y su risa
más preciosa
que los manantiales
una galaxia de suspiros
en cada uno de sus ojos

¿todo lo vas acabar así?
¿así cómo?
no sé

hay
iba subir agua
y se me olvidó

su tos
me persuade
a estar enfermo

¿me pasas un caramelito de menta por favor?
sí por amor

el desayuno
estaba delicioso
que rico
pero el desayuno
eran sus ojos aceitunados
y ella comía chocolate

y el café cortadito
comenzó a sangrar
pero no le dolía
porque emanaba cafeína

SUEÑOS CON LOS OJOS ABIERTOS


abrí los ojos
y miré los tuyos
y el mundo se reflejaba en ellos

abrí mis labios
y me esperaban tus labios
ornamento de tu aliento

el día se hizo noche
y la noche día
sonó el eco de nuestras risas

el planeta giró
un poco más rápido
y las miradas invisibles
buscaron el mejor enfoque

afuera en la lejanía
los perros ladraban
y las avionetas daban vueltas

SKY


The pilot with shaky hands
Has eyes out of control
He walks nervously amongst the passengers

Above the clouds
And below his fears
Almost at the 1000 miles per hour

The sneer he had in New York
Has vacated his face
Maybe he’s cold & that’s why
He put a blue sweater on
It makes him look combersum

Someone else is flying this aircraft
Since the Atlantic is
A hard-cold surface at night

IN PHARAOH’S HAREM


When Sarah entered Egypt
She knew what she wanted
She wanted to get down to business
But she got a mortgage instead

When Sarah entered Egypt
Pharaoh gave in
Losing part of his stock
Losing part of his life

When Sarah left Egypt
She took with her
A time bomb
And her husband tripped it
And Ishmael was born

When Sarah was jealous
She was just Sarah
Longing after the onions of Egypt

ACCORDING TO THE FRENCH ARCHITECT


This hole has a tissue that is disintegrating
As if being eaten by bacteria
It conveys a stunning dose of reality

It is a net with bigger holes
A huge hole
Filled with millions of smaller holes

What a work of art!

The cameras are witnesses
To this tragedy
A disastrous event that is celebrated
As a magnificent achievement

This is a symbol
Of laughter
And lamentations

PORSCHE BOXTER

A la nube
Le falta
Un seno
Se perdió
En una cena
A la nube
Le hace falta
Porque los senadores
Se lo comieron

Dos bautismos en un día es todo un desafío, lo bueno que se celebraban en la misma comunidad y no en diferentes ciudades y el carro estaba nuevo y era convertible, de ingeniería alemana. Yo viajaba en el asiento del pasajero, el único asiento de pasajero porque sólo tenía dos plazas. Mi hermano conducía en alta velocidad pero se sentía como si el auto fuera a 30 millas por hora. Para el retén de policía era una velocidad más alta. No señalaron para que nos detuviéramos.

— A ver… bájate colega.

Me dijo el policía cuando se acercó a mi ventana. Abrí la puerta y me bajé y miré a los demás policías que, de la misma forma, me miraban. El que me dijo colega tomó mi lugar en el carro y cerró la puerta. Permaneció unos momentos sin decir nada, sólo miraba el interior del auto, y guardaba su silencio.

— ¡Qué chingón huele! Dijo finalmente.
— Sí oficial, lo compré hace unos días. Dijo el conductor.
— Simón, es olor a carro nuevo. Dice el chota para después bajarse del carro en silencio y alejarse.

Me subí al carro y nos fuimos, me quedé pensando en el olor a carro nuevo, ese olor que causa cáncer y que le gustó tanto al uniformado. Y el agua corría por en medio de la ciudad como si fuese un río, o muchos ríos, como si las calles fueran de agua y de repente pensé: que buen lugar para celebrar bautismos. Agua por doquier. Cuando estábamos por llegar al final, donde están los peñascos a un lado del mar, el carro se llenó de polvo. Y me di cuenta que todo el mundo también se convierte en polvo.

HETAIRAS


Write about the hetairas she said
Write so they can wake up
Write so we might discover them

All along the conversation
I was trying to figure out
What a hetaira is
But I could definitely feel
More than I could understand

Now that their men
Have been taken down
The hetairas have taken over

They excel in
The art of politics
The art of desire
The art of the eye

The hetairas have been around us
For a very long time

This is
A state of mind

But above all else
It is the workings of
The world

MEXICAN DINER


I met you at diner
I told you I was falling in love with you
And you said you felt the same

For the next six months
I looked for you
In that Mexican diner
And I always found you

And we chatted
From sunup
To sundown

I spoke poetry to you
And you spoke poetry back to me
I told you were my muse
And you sat there
Biting your lips

We dreamt with our eyes open
And celebrated our secret rituals
At that Mexican diner

Then I took you with me to California
And then I invited you to my secret place
I laid on my bed
And you placed you face down on the table
And looked at me
As I tried not to fall asleep

One early morning
Or one late night
I don’t remember which
You asked if I would let you
Take care of me

And you looked so dangerously beautiful
And even though I answered your question
You told me I did not seem too convinced

You looked so beautiful then
As you do look beautiful now
And one day
It seemed like a day to me
But it might have been a night for you
You told me how you felt

And your feelings resonated in my heart
Like a close encounter of the third kind
I knew then you need it more of me
Like I need more of you

It did not happened every time
But when we concentrated
We could make the light
Shine in both hemispheres
At the same time

YOU LOOK KILLER


The sport kills
No need to impress friends
This game kills
Diversion only breeds desire

This risk will put you to sleep
This chance kills
Practice makes perfect
So unfortunately exact

I like being imperfect
These skills make you a dreamer
This craft kills

Friends don’t let friends drive proud

The road kills
The bed kills
The ring kills

The dance floor….

The detective said:
While she danced
She fell dead
In the arms of her partner

This life kills
Eventually everybody
Crosses the finish line

These feelings kill
You better not be too sentimental
For a decent heart rate

Sex kills
Food kills
Work kills
Leisure kills

And pretty soon
The kills start sounding
Like videogame credits

Your eye can kill you
And you hand too
You ear
Your tongue
Your breathing passages
Your everything’s
And your nothingness
All of these and so many more
Can efficiently put you to rest

WE RIDE OUR BICYCLES


We ride our bicycles
And the girl in front
Starts playing with her lighter
She put the flint to work
And the sparks hit the darkness
Next to the ocean

We ride our bicycles
And we have to stop
To listen to the music
The lighter girl has unleashed a fire
And the music is fuel

We ride out bicycles
And stop to grab something to eat
We parked our bikes next to the restaurant’s
Delivery motorcycle
Our rides are better

We ride our bicycles
Through the park
On the boardwalk
Next to the sunset
Through musicians
Painters and poets

We ride our bicycles home
And play with the Indian summer
Happiness on two wheels
Love is exercise

FESTIVAL


The guitars sounded great
In different stages
Sounded splendid
At the same time
And with different songs

The people danced
The children played
The night was warm

And the ocean always so near
Always working
Purifying what needs to be purified

The aftertaste of salt
The aroma of the sea
The sublime flavor of drink

AFTER SUNSET


The modern cowboys asked for my help
Help us round up the horses
They said

And they had a 4x4
And I had my bicycle

I told them you need horses
To round up horses

You are not from around here?
One of them asked
I lived up the hill I said

They said thank you
And drove away towards the horses

I walked up the hill
With my bicycle by my side

When I reached the road
I turned the strobe on
And rode on the country side

FOREST

The foliage turns colors
It becomes a bed and a pillow
For animals & human beings

SPECTRUM


The face of the woman
Is on the window
It is slightly tilted

The face of the woman
Grows with the window
Early in the morning

The face of this woman
Facing away from the ocean

The face of this woman
With dried eye sockets
Ready to be connected to the grid

This face mutating on the window
This face moving with regret

This face changing gender
This face changing species
This face trading dreams
This face of silent screams

ANTE LA PUESTA DEL SOL


dos barcos toman el sol
descansan sobre el agua
agua de lumbre al rededor de sus proas

la pequeña embarcación escapa
de las llamas líquidas
olas en llamas

el grande permanece
bajo los efectos del sol
que ahora se esconde
en la desintegración
de las nubes

el pequeño pescador
viaja hacia el sur
el de los tanques de piedad
se esconden junto a él

también detrás de la risa
detrás de las brisas
entre los cantos de agua
detrás de las sirenas expatriadas
detrás de la enfadada iluminación de las islas
detrás de la neblina

el rascacielos
es frágil
ante la puesta del sol

lanzo piedras a la mosca torpe
ante la puesta del sol
con el sudor de mi frente
ante la puesta del sol
un trago más
ante la puesta del sol

ALARM


You said not to worry
That everything would be fine
And I believed you
But you tripped your own alarm

And you could not turned it off
And your father came down
And stumbled with me

He shut the alarm off
And I felt embarrassed
Even though I didn’t do anything
I was just a witness of circumstance

I looked at you
And you were
Pretty & nonchalant
Smoking cigarettes

I began speaking to your dad
And he was surprisingly cool
He said it might take
A year and half
To repair the damage done

But your mother
Would not speak to me

We walked outside and
He pointed to the sky and said
Look at number 11

He went back in
To get a telescope
You were still smoking
And I was watching
Planets eating planets

PRETTY


How beautiful you look in a white dress
In denim jeans & baseball hat
You look great too

Your long black hair
Is the extension of my nights

When you cross the street
You look sad but pretty still
You look pretty when you sing
And pretty when you sleep

You look pretty on the other side of the world
Pretty on the other side of my heart

Pretty on the sand
Sprayed painted blue
Pretty like the water that reaches your ankles

WALKIE TALKIES


The machinegun toting policeman
Signaled me to stop at the a checkpoint
He asked me for my drivers license
And I took it out of my wallet
And handed it to him

What do you for a living?
He asked
I am writer
I answered
Is this your car?
He pressed on
It is my car
I said

What can you tell me about your radio?
He continued
I can tell you it is a multi-band radio
Okay you can go he said

I drove myself home
But first to the store
To get something to drink

I was thinking
As I drove
I was comparing this episode
With the Feds incident

When I answered the Federales
The occupation question
One them asked
How many works have you published?
I suppose he was the intellectual agent

This time I was ready
And the last time I was ready too
I am always ready

To create a haiku on the spot
Or if I am feeling brave
I can spit out a sonnet in real time

But they always want to know
About the radios
I believe that when all
Is said and done
They’re just children
Like I am just a child
And both they and I
Have always liked walkie talkies

DRIVE


The traffic completely stopped
And when I was about the change lanes
The band began to play
It was definitely rock & roll because they were
Literally rocking and rolling on the roof of a bus
And the drummer was hitting them drums
And the bass guitar
Was making the streets vibrate
And the cars were shaking too
I began to feel comfortable
I knew it would be a good night

Like when the Hummer in front of me
Was being exhaustively searched by the army
And the soldiers looked happy doing their job
And I felt happy to be watching such a spectacle
Childhood heroes saving my day

I drove into the night
Amongst scared drivers
Broken cars & broken hearts
Broken streets & broken minds
I drove the best I could
I drove with tenacity
Holding a restless wheel
Holding my restless dreams

I stopped at a convenience store
and grabbed a six pack
Waited my turn in line as a stressed out
Cashier hurried the best she could
There was a drifter behind me with apple soda
And he said to me:
This will not cure me but I will refresh me
And he looked at my six pack and telepathically
He said: I’ll trade you
And telepathically I answered him: No

In front of me was a man
With his young daughter
He was holding a large & heavy water bottle
And he looked generally unhappy
But the concern for his daughter was
What kept him alive
When it was my turn I paid my sixty pesos
The cashier said thank you
I said you welcome
And walked outside towards my car
Being followed by a stream of suspicious glances

And at the house the words
It is so good to see you!
But it sounds better in Spanish
And it was good to see them too
Because it its good to see poets & writers
Specially if there’s enough seafood & wine

And as you were having your dream
She approached me and said
I like ice-cream

And I was going to answered her
Saying that I like ice-cream too
But I was called by the intellectual couple
In the corner of the room
Sat on the sofa next to them
And they asked me about current poetic trends
And I said something like:
It is a simple as speaking
Pretty similar to what we are doing right now

And the ice-cream girl was looking at me
From a distance and was raising her voice
As she spoke

So I walked to terrace and light up my cigar
Looked at the tallest hill in the city
On its top there were repeaters
Blinking in the night
On its bottom there were crazy taxi drivers
And a SUV’s gone insane
The smoke from my cigar
Made it all better

LAST DAYS OF SUMMER


The ocean’s breeze is a natural air conditioner
The psychologist advised
On Mexican radio
Saying that healthy people
Need more therapy than insane folks

And all I know is that is getting pretty hot
And it would be nice to drink
A very cold beer
Or maybe two or three

Watching the sunset
Taking pictures
And trying to figure out
If the American couple down the hill
Is playing with Rosa

Or one of Rosa’s offspring
Because they all look happy
Walking and running on the fields
Near the sea

EXPOSURE


Mice are dying
It is the cost of being near jets
Of standing under them
And not in them

The force continues to be a force
On land or in the sky
As it pierces the whimsical clouds
Were angels & demons play
Dramatic games of chess

Their immune system is wakened
By their desire
To be so near
Oh so close to
The craftsmen of the air

THIS FALL


This morning I woke up
With fast words coming out of the radio
About half the population being infected
On this fall

In the fall of fools
In the fall of the prideful
In the fall of this year

The fall is a harvest
The fall is gravity
The fall is only natural
The fall is conceptual

The fall of men
The fall of women
The fall in the garden of wantonness
The fall of the snake

The fall where dogs & cats laugh

I got up and looked at the water
I made coffee
And changed the radio station
I looked at the water again
And remembered the tourist impresario saying
Father ocean & mother earth

I walked to my car and noticed
It was dusty again
And I drove on the dirt roads
Looked at horses eating from garbage cans
Looked at pretty girls driving nice cars
Looking confused and out of place
Looked at things I should have not looked at
I looked at everything and realized
I had looked at nothing

I arrived at the house
Said hello to the landlord and his wife
Got the key from them
And walked towards my friends
They liked the house
I liked the house
They liked the plants
I liked the plants
They liked me & I liked them

They left & I went back to the landlords
I read them one of my poems
The husband fell asleep and
His wife said to me
It sounds like you are in love

SONG


They cleaned the car
As I rested my hands on the wheel
I listened to the radio
And they sang
I listened and they sang like this:

Sonaron dos FOGONAZOOO-OOOS!

They could keep the tone
They could sing
They were never out of tune
As they took the
Dust off my car

They had an enlightened second nature
Under their dirty clothes
They carried their conscience in their eyes

MILLIONS OF YOU


Today I saw millions of you
All beautiful
All meaningful
All enhancing

I saw you
As a child
As a young woman
As a mother
As a grandmother
As a wife
As a lover

You all over
You everywhere
As a fighter
As a survivor

And some of you approached me
And helped me with my quest

And some of you smiled at me
And some of you did not noticed
And some of you descended on this place
In invisible parachutes

All of you beautiful
All of you
Married & single
All of you
Very much like you
Diligent and serious
Happy and relaxed
Occupied and industrious

You staring
You standing behind me
You making me nervous
Looking at me
With fire in your eyes

You waiting in you car
With a ring on your finger
Waiting for the girl
That looks like you
The one looking at my hands
Looking at my back
And oh those eyes
I can see them in the
Reflection of the window


You on the sand
You on the water that touches my lips
On the bread that caresses my tongue

On my mirror
On my bed
On my car
On my favorite pillow

You
Millions of you
On my soul

You
Marching on the street
You laughing with your friends
Who also look like you

You
The driver and
You the passenger

You
The beautiful detective
And you the exquisite nurse

PRETTIER THAN HER


I was looking at you
Like I always do
And then it happened

I saw your clone
Or your twin
Or whatever that apparition might be

Sitting there but at a different desk
With different clothes
With different colors
Sad and lonely and depressed

And that is how you are prettier than her
Because even though you look exactly the same
Your face was adorned
With the brilliance of happiness
And her face was immersed in horrible despondency

You pretty
Her pretty sad
You happy
Her unlucky
You beautiful
Her unattractive
You wonderful
Her wonderless

You a complete human being

Her an android
A rusty robot
A devaluated item
A photo shop
A flash player
An outdated program
A glitch
A strike
A mistake
Amiss

12 O’CLOCK


Potatoes are a great
Food to be eaten
Right at noon

Great companions of conversations
Because when potatoes cook in oil
The chef philosophizes &
The poet poeticizes

And the potatoes become soft
Their flavors multiplied
With the caresses of heat

Their aroma fights
For the children’s flight
These marvelous units of food
Can teach you right from wrong

When a potato lands on your taste buds
You attain global knowledge
Understanding moments of savor

Sympathy levitates
With the sizzling sounds
It flies by our million noses
And then out the window
To faraway worlds

AMIGOS


los amigos llegaron
en diferentes colores
con nombres conocidos
con pedigrí inconfundible
en caminatas mediterráneas

me siguieron
me rebasaron
me acompañaron

estuvieron conmigo
como en el pasado
como el presente
como en el futuro
como cuando un desconocido me dijo:
tú tienes muchos amigos

SEAFOOD RESTAURANT


The lady is screaming outside
She hollers

Gonzalo!!!!!!
Gonzalo!!!!!
Gonzalo!!!!!

And somehow I think
This might be connected
To today’s server
Her nametag said Alma
Nice name for a soul

And as I thought about it
I saw her eyes beaming
Like classic beacons
Warning a flotilla
That the world is near

Oh so near…

Land can be a strange place
When fire touches the grass
In the morning

As I was getting ready to go
I was asked by the lady
With the pleasing child

Where you able to get connected?
I told her I brought my own modem
We have connectivity here and
You can use it come anytime you want

I said thank you
And drove away
Looking for filtered water

DAY & NIGHT


A collection on the most unusual of places
A collection of furry intentions
Cartoon realizations
Cartoon lamentations

Surfing on those situations
On spray painted sand
On white sea foam
On dreams where you wake up
To walk outside your door
Into the fire
Look at the firemen
Look at the neighbors wife
Looking at the ash

Realizing you don’t have your glasses on
And you can see just fine
Like when St Peter walked on water

Like when the teenager
That young guitar player
Lifted a car with his bare hands
Because he saw a woman under it
On the lotus position
The rear tire resting on her neck
With tiny drops of blood
Falling from her forehead
Adding color to the cliff
Painting the soil
Making this part of world
An art scene

A collection of images
A movement of millions of eyes
In the sky
In your mind
In their lives

Focusing on French cars
The retinas move at will
With at the touch of her buttons

Intensive as a water-melon
A pilot of fruits & vegetables
A pilot of clouds
A pilot of smiles
A pilot of dreams
A pilot that can touch
The heart of the mother
And make her live again

EXCHANGE


The couple sits on the sofa
Very close together
Very much in love

The old man with a walker enters
Looks at the young couple
And says to the tiny dog that approaches him

Sáquese!
Váyase!
Fuchila!
Guacala!

She smiles
The children smile
I smile
But the boyfriend
Doesn’t think
It’s funny

TRANSMISSIONS


I sat on my car
And moved the knobs on the radio
I wanted to transmit the best
I could put on the air

The truth signals to your heart
And even though we could be
In the same frequencies
We also have to be
On the same modality

To see what you see
To feel what I feel
To be who you are
To know how I am
To love like we do

SENCILLO


la vida es como los aviones
los dos tienen forma de cruz
los dos son un arte

la vida es una escuela
donde se aprende a esperar
donde se aprende a jugar

vivir es una carcajada
que sana el cáncer del mundo
una elevación sin paracaídas
una oración compuesta de caló

vivir es volar
sabiendo tener los pies sobre la tierra
respirar el polvo
con los labios partidos por el sol

SOUND OVER THE PLAINS


My alarm clock is an helicopter
Above my sky
Above my bed
Purring like
A flying cat
Fighting to unite
The morning with the afternoon
Pulling both realities
Towards each other
Censing the air
With burnt fuel
Planning a collision
To make a new moon
To make believers on this day

ANDAR Y NADAR


las caricias de la voz no tienen nada que ver con la verdad
son sólo lo que ellos y ellas usan para poder sobrevivir un día más
no tienen nada que ver

nada
nada
nada

anda que veremos muchas cosas

las mensajes cifrados no tienen nada que ver
con lo que estamos haciendo
aquí y allá nada que ver

nada
nada
nada

la lista de la mañana
la lista e inteligente
la lista de tu vida
la lista de todo lo que ocurre
en tus oscuridades
en tus iluminaciones
las lista de todos
la lista de nadie
las lista para poder alistar

la bendita risa
la maldita risa
la medicinal sonrisa
es una conquista
es ser realista
es ser así

uno para todos
y todos para uno
los 3 mosqueteros
los 3 balleneros
los 3 metaleros
los 3 jilgueros
los 3 amigos
administrando la energía
del montón de asustados
una bola de baterías
llenas de agua

PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD


The inspector smiled
Like people do
At birthday parties
Like old people do
At celebrations

You are going shopping he said
My son & I looked at him and smiled

Is he your son?
He asked
He is my son
I answered

The inspector seemed happy
My son seemed happy
I was happy for both of them

But something was not right
Because a Grand Cherokee
Was lifting dust
Was an accident
Was treacherous
Was everything that could go wrong

And my friend’s father
Was on the ground hand-cupped
With a gun to his hand
Being robbed

And a WWII survivor
Told us about world domination
Microchips & immunizations
Laughter & declarations

People all over the world
Are a mixture of smiles & tears
Heart attacks & conceptions
People all over the world
Spinning like DJ’s
Turning the
North & South Poles

PLANTA


la buganvilia
es un ser humano porque tiene tu rostro
tiene los sentimientos colorados
como los míos
sufre como yo sufro
y ríe como yo río
esta planta tiene la gracia de Dios
y el destino de los seres humanos
sus colores son radiantes
como la juventud
sus ramas fuertes
como los deseos
es una fotografía
tatuada en la materia gris
una oración donde
el suplicante y el suplicado
se confunde entre si

AWAKE


It happened again
The idea of you woke me up
The presence of you
Made me look your way
As you wrote
Even though you are
Thousands of miles away

And I heard the exertion
Of the plowman
Since he decided
To walk the path of the oxen

I sat here
I typing these words
I looked towards my bed
And realized the world is
What it has always been
And slowly and softly
I went back to bed

SAVINGS & CONTACTS


The California poet spoke about her poem:

This poem is true
But it never happened
She said

And she read it
And they were beautiful verses

I wish some of my poems did not happened
I wish some of my poems were not true

I wish to win & I wish to lose
Everything that makes me sink
In the saltiest of waters

I wish to hold my love
Underneath in summer
Under the blankets in winter

Under the stars
Under the sun
Under everything that can’t see us
Arriving steadily and confidently

Holding tightly & securely
Because being-still together
Increases the chances of survival

Hold still
Don’t move
Try no to move
Don’t let your body warmth
Dissipate back to where it came from

EATING PLACE


The guy with the dragon rings
Had the little girl
He was afraid
That’s why he held her tight
While her mother
Went to the restrooms
You could see the fear
In his eyes
The dread that hanged from
His mustache
And then
All of the sudden
He looked very human
Like he must of have
When something horrible
Happened to him
And the kid was restless
In his arms
She wanted to play freely
But he was afraid
To let go

PASEO

la naranja está cerca del agua
resplandeciendo como una esfera de navidad
los pedales cerca del pavimento destruido
en un sube y baja de polvo
es una labor del atardecer
un ejercicio de crucigramas ecológicos
en búsqueda de ritmos
en los movimientos de la bicicleta
los pulmones se expanden
y la respiración cuesta trabajo
como si hubiera una crisis que hace sentir mejor
un retorno a la niñez
una ataque de emoción
que anticipa la noche

APPARITION

I saw you again today
Enriching the environment
With your beauty

I almost got up from my table
And ran after you
While my son ate his meal
I remembered I can’t run
So I waited and decided
To follow you gently
Inside the warehouse

But you came back before
We went after you
You were talking on your cell phone
Walking straight & tall & pretty

SALUBRE


la medicina mental
es de color rojo
y tiene sabor a hogar
siempre de temperaturas
que acarician al paladar
como el tiempo

tiene un resabio a infinito
deshace la incertidumbre
que bloquea los caminos
del entendimiento

restaura la visión
y el mundo invisible
se ve de lo más nítido
y desaparece el miedo

INSTRUMENT


A wrecking ball is to make things new
It is the first step in disintegration
It is the eve of restoration

A stressful incantation
A fearful acceleration
A breaking for redemption

The fractured essence is repaired
Broken spirits are healed

A wrecking ball is just
An architect’s instrument

An effort to rebuild the future
And clarify the confusion of pain
It is an orthopedic intention
It is a house breathing

PASOS

ver con los sentimientos está bien
ver con el corazón es mejor
porque en cada latido se recuerda la vida
se discierne la dignidad detrás del sufrimiento
se conecta con la danza de lo cotidiano
con la rotación del planeta
con lo menos efímero del mundo
verte de esta forma me gusta
allí donde estás
allí donde estuviste
construyendo una rampa mística
para poder despegar tu alma
de las circunstancias más adhesivas
para poder interpretar las melodías del aire

OFFERING

The fire you lit
Is marking my path towards you
Across the water

ADVERTENCIA:
ESTE POEMA ES PARTE DE UN PAQUETE INTEGRAL


los diarios de los seres humanos deberán ser
de lo más honesto
para poder avanzar
con dignidad

porque sólo es un tema del mundo
con una versión personal

la prosperidad está en contra de la pobreza
y el músico afluente me parece
de lo más sospechoso
mercenario de los mejores noticieros
pero una roca cristiana
sirvió de espanto

la revista es un desmadre
a falta de la ternura maternal
pude ver esto en
la noche de san juan
esa noche mágica
cuando la fogata provocó
el brillo de la humanidad

en la ciudad de sal
se esconden los detectives
entonces me llevaré a mí mismo
intercambiaré mis consultas
por alimentos
caridad y vivienda

clímax
se escucha
como el nombre de una
cadena de supermercados
pero es un mal viaje
son los efectos secundarios
después del tiroteo
siempre es cuestión de tiempo

aún los más inteligentes son engañados
era admirador del gran místico oriental
pero se cayó de la montaña y falleció

espiritualidad cualquiera para empezar
las adivinanzas como entretenimiento
la adivinación como un truco
para no pagar deudas
a vender transparentes pues
como fuente de longevidad

VACACIONES

cantamos juntos
acerca del miedo
del amor
del baile de la vida
de los ritmos
que están de moda
en la noche
de la noche
por la noche
la fogata
tendrá que esperar
y la siguiente mañana
nos preparamos para la tarde
para la lumbre del atardecer
para el fuego
porque amor es comer
y en lo que llegaba la noche
pensé en lavar ropa
y después puse la ropa en la lavadora
la mía
las de los niños
sin separar colores
porque Dios mezcló
todos los colores en el mundo
y llegó mi madre
se llevó los niños a la civilización
de repente no me sentía
como un Robin Hood
como un explorador
como un héroe clandestino
sólo como un poeta

HIS HAIR WAS LIKE A CROWN


As we ate & drank
A mystic looking fellow
Entered through the gates

Someone is looking for you
I told the owner of the house
And he walked towards him

They visitor asked for food
And as they prepared
A flower tortilla
With carne asada
And cactus

I saw the mysterious guest
In the prone position
Kissing the ground
First to the east
And then to the west
Were the barbecue
Was taking place

PLANTA


la sábila en realidad es dulce
porque cura las enfermedades del mundo
la sábila es como un beso
porque brinda bienestar

es dulce para los que prefieren la vida
y amarga para los que prefieren la muerte

el agua que navega por la manguera
empapa la sábila

pobrecita estaba seca y sedienta
y tan valiente que es mi amor
ha sobrevivido todo este tiempo
con sus propias fuerzas

el agua viene de la cisterna azul
un mago se encarga de llenarla
un mago encuentra los pozos
en este desierto mexicano
un mago conduce un camión
lleno de agua

la sábila se ve feliz
y eso hace que yo sea feliz
sus colores verde y rojo
brillan mojados
ante el sol

el rojo empieza a desvanecerse
la sangre es como el agua
la sangre y el agua
son necesarias
para la supervivencia

REVISION


We drove into Mexico again
Like a million times before
And the bell rang
And the red light turned on
It was time for me to pull over
And opened the trunk

We stood there
The Mexican Custom official
And myself
Looking at the goods
Mostly groceries

He asked
“What’s in the box?”
Crap the box!
I thought to myself

I remembered picking it up
At the post office
And decided not to inspected it
Until later

Bad memory can be good
It can also be a curse

That box was sealed
“Books” I said
“I think there’s books in there”
“Can we opened it?”
“Yes of course”

We both took out our knives
At the same time
He looked at my leatherman
And put his blade back on his belt

I slit the scotch tape
And walk away form the vehicle
He approached the box
And looked through the contents

I forgot to tell him about the sandals
And about the power inverted
I remembered thinking

He closed the box and said “thank you”
I close the trunk and when I was ready
To get back in the car he said:

“You did very good”
I thank him
Got in the car & drove away

LADO OPUESTO


Esto es como
un cielo de sangre,
aunque abajo del mediterráneo
viven los alienígenas en un lugar especial,
y fincan sus experimentos
en las costas más próximas.

Convierten sus monumentos
en la envidia de los arquitectos,
en el asombro de los niños,
y en el orgullo
de los indígenas.

Hermanos y hermanas,
cuanto gusto
me da apreciar
el fruto de sus trabajos;
sonrisas naturales
para encandilar
al diablo.

TUESDAY


I killed a snake this morning
I didn’t want to but I had to
It is like killing spiders
I don’t like it
But it is something
That needs to be done

Mosquitoes
I don’t mind
Killing mosquitoes

I used a shovel
As a weapon

The snake did not flee
It curled around a crate
As if tying itself
Into a knot

I was hoping for the snake
To get scare and go away
But it was defiant

I also used the shovel
As a catapult
To hurl the detach head
Into the field

Food for the birds
Or the rabbits
Or the cats
Or the dogs
Or whatever gets there first

LUNES

mucho calor
hacía mucho calor en la línea
hacía mucho calor en la espera
hacía mucho calor para entrar
al horno caliente

en el espejo retrovisor
vi a una chica que se parece a ti
al lado de su madre
la chica conducía
su madre ocupaba el asiento delantero
el del pasajero
la mamá se parece
a tu mamá

después otro vehículo
detrás de mi auto
con un chica que se parece a ti conduciendo
y alguien que se parecía a mí
en el asiento del pasajero

ella se bajó del auto mientras esperábamos
la aprecié en la pantalla
de mi espejo
me pregunté
si tu cuerpo
es similar al de ella
en realidad era atractiva
y su acompañante dormía

cuando llegamos a la garita
el oficial los amonestó
le dijo
¡no los sigan tan cerca!
retrocedan y no ocasionen
un accidente
les estaba gritando

cuando tomó nuestros pasaportes
nos dijo:
les llame la atención
pero él dijo
es la culpa de ella
yo no tuve nada que ver

el oficial sonrío
y nosotros nos reímos con él

DOMINGO


la luz entró por las ventanas y las partituras
nos recordó que estas
son las vacaciones de verano
y la transubstansiación no se llevaría acabo
el día de hoy
entonces subimos al auto y fuimos
en busca de un desayuno
en busca de esos seres acuáticos
que llenan la música de alegría
y las leyendas de encanto
nos dimos cuenta que las personas
siempre están cambiando
como las sombras al paso de las horas
y tratamos de ver todo esto
con los mejores ojos
con la mejor energía que nos da la vida
nos enteramos que hay cambios
que son para siempre
como lo es el vivir y el morir
la madre les entrego dos estrellas de mar
y los hijos las recibieron con gusto
tú eres un géminis me dijo
estoy segura que no tienes problemas
¿no lo dices en serio verdad? pregunté
me es divertido pensarlo así me contestó
cuando nos despedimos me dijo
que deseaba que fuera feliz
yo le dije: igualmente
ella se fue y nosotros fuimos al cine
a ver ladrones y policías
competir en colosales tiroteos
y a pesar de las adversas circunstancias
tuvieron tiempo para insertar
una escena de amor
a hollywood le gusta hacer esas cosas
cuando salimos vimos una ambulancia
de la cruz roja en el estacionamiento
al darle la propina al guardia
le pregunté acerca del incidente y me dijo
es una persona como yo
es un guardia
y se cayó

THE THIEF


He continues to steal cables
And they want to burn him down
They want to burn him out

He continues to steal fuel
And they want to
Burn him down
They want to burn him out

I listened on the corner and
I wondered how close
The flames will be
To the central stage
Burned at the stake
Like burning a stake

SPOTLIGHTS


The spotlight burns the desert’s sky
And the night becomes day
We can see the smog elevating itself
From the fire in the night
And the other motorists are nonchalant
We are the only ones in awe
The truck drivers in the rest stop
Eat their hamburgers
We are the only ones that look up
At the fire in the sky
As soon as one light burns out
Another ignites and it burns bright
Together with the stars
Four screens become our eyes

GRITÓ LA BALLENA: EL ROBOT BEBE CERVEZA


es un poema como el anterior
pero más peligroso
porque no es la primera vez
que contemplo mi platillo
de esta forma

y mi estomago es el de un cavernícola
un suspiro del deja vú
una licencia para comer
un laboratorio de ácidos
que derriten fastidios
es una libertad adquirida por default
predeterminada por los papalotes
en el consultorio del dentista
un avance de tejidos
que tiemblan al ritmo de la informática
eso y mucho más y casi nada

siempre pon tu portátil sobre la bandeja
lo dijo de una forma casi amable
y tenía la misma cara
pero el uniforme era diferente
con este disfraz era más coqueta
que la primera vez
como suele suceder
en la primera ocasión
su gesto era el de un gigantesco desdén
pero hoy sus labios mostraban una semi sonrisa
al ver que me quitaba las botas y el saco
para poder subir al avión

los engranes están desangrándose
se les está oxidando el alma
fue una emboscada alimenticia
un embargo de lubricantes
oportunismo de los fabricantes de soda
se les está quebrando el alma
su corazón a punto de convertirse
en un cubo metálico

el rescate de las máquinas es el mantenimiento
la medicina de los humanos es el amor
la supervivencia de los animales el alimento
¡mira como el mundo cambia de color!

IMPROVISING


This is my friend Juan
He is a poet and he can help you
With your Spanish lessons today

Just for today?
She asked
But Fernando left the living room

I sat on the chair
She sat across from me on the sofa
What are you having problems with?
I asked
Conjugating verbs she said
I suggest we begin speaking Spanish right now
Estoy cansada
She said
¿Por qué estás cansada?
I asked
Mmm how do you say school in Spanish?
Escuela
Okay then: porque yo escuela
¿Porqué estás es la escuela?
I was in school

What you are trying to say is you are tired
Because you were at school?
I asked

Yes
Okay then you can say it like this:
Estoy cansada porque estuve en la escuela
She repeated the sentence
And I liked her pronunciation

Later that night at the bar
Fernando asked about haiku
Once again

5/7/5 is that right Juan?
That is correct Fernando
Can we write one right now?
Sure!
I said

And we came out with this:

CERVEZA

El río grita
Dentro de mis entrañas
Cielo nublado

LA VENTANA DEL AVIÓN


si me voy a partir la madre
quiero ver bien
tener la mejor perspectiva
el primer angulo
si es de día me gustaría atravesar las nubes
por la noche me concentraría
en las luces de la ciudad
en sus destellos y sus hechizos
en los helicópteros
que vuelan debajo de nosotros
pero arriba de ellos
si voy a caer de esa forma
quiero tener esa visión antes de empezar
a caminar sobre la tierra

CYCLISTS


They sat next to us
They were charismatic
Shared cigarettes
And drank expensive beverages

The German one said

With each drink
People look more beautiful

She made me think
About the students of aesthetics
And their love affairs with wine

Her cell phone rang and
She said something like

They are taking me home
They’re Mexicans but they are nice
I’ll be alright

They knew the art of humor
We laughed as we drove them home
We all agreed it was best not ride
A bicycle while inebriated

We left them at the house and drove away
And the humor was exchanged
For red white and blue lights

That flashed on the walls of the city
On the storefronts
The boulevards
On the faces of late night minorities