SANDLESS MAN


The ocean looks
Like a painting tonight
The heat blends colors

The most beautiful thing
Is to watch children play
In shallow waters

The setting
Of the sun
Is always the
Perfect background

The frail man
Has lost his sand dunes
His comfortable cushions
His attractive resting place
His body is drying out

Solar flares
Keep arriving
Sun—eyed parachutes

The frail man
Has become a
Vulnerable landlord
Target of the elements

His friendly gestures
While driving
The red explorer
Are a surreal mixture
Last efforts
From the
Patron of futility
In the game of survival

YING & YANG A LA ORTHODOX



Bad news
Are good news
Homework
Work@home
Is good & bad
The majority of life
Is both
Good & bad

The Gospel
Is good news
But if you
Turn down
An invitation
You may disappear

The good
And the bad
Are invited
But make sure
You dress to kill
Because if you do not
They bind your
Hands & feet
Like cowboys
At the rodeo
Then they’ll make you
Grind your teeth

What a weeding!
Those angels
Really know
Heavy work

POEMA PARA UN PESCADO FRITO


La geografía
De tu mirada
Es inolvidable

Es el pegamento
Del alma
Que sabe mejor
Con sal y limón

Cerveza helada
En el capricho
Del verano

Con sus sonrisas traviesas
Las universitarias
Son testigos
Del acontecimiento

THEY GET THE JOB DONE


Small calibers are okay
There are not as alluring
As big guns

Affordable working-class
Sportsmanship

There’s Ricochet
In entertainment

Pop pop pop pop
Camouflage of
Mexican firecrackers

Pop pop pop pop
Short distance
Plinking of the soul

Pop pop pop pop
Pop culture
And narco—corridos

Pop pop pop pop
The rhythm of
Experimental poetry

Pop pop pop pop
Accidental entrance
Into the
Kingdom of Heaven

Pop pop pop pop
Educational bang
That saves the lives
Of many

Pop pop pop pop
4 bursts of rapid fire
That foretell
The fall
Of the wicked

CERCANÍA



Una pluma
A la que se
Le acaba la tinta
Es como una vida
Que se extingue

Últimos esfuerzos
De supervivencia

Respiraciones
Esperanzadas
Atisbos agitados
Ojos dilatados

Todo esto
Porque un pedazo
De papel anuncia
La muerte

HE ENTERS DE LA CUEVA
WITH A DEPLETED WOMAN



Jorge seems calmer
Jovial & happy
More relaxed

He placed himself
At my work orders

He said
He knows
How to use
Picks & shovels

Those historical tools
Used in
The Mexican
Independence war

The Opus Dei
Teach work
As a sacrament

Something I find
Fascinating

I think
We are going
To understand
Each—other
Very well

DUSTY PIANO



Music makes
Las teclas smile

It’s understandable
While he had such
A stern look before

With a front grill
Like that
I would also be
Hesitant to
Flash that
Colgate smile

He said he
Knows how to
Work on cars

He better work
On his choppers
Before he losses
All of them

CROSS—TRAINING MYSTICAL



God
I see you

Next to the nervous man
Walking with
His horses

I see you
God

Balancing
Flying helicopters
With your
Pinky finger

I hear you
God

In the
Trembling voices
Of cold agents

God
You melt ICE
With your presence

The holy mystics
Were right
You are
A consuming fire

I see you
God

Beyond the janitors
Who work
With fire—sticks
And the
Foo Fighters
That hover
Above them

God
You live

In the heat
Of exercise

On the hands
Of the cook
Who cleans
Black beans

Precious bits
Of life
Raw grains
Of energy

God
You are

A fist of words
That overcomes
Your enemies

MEXICAN PSALM


The sentry spoke
Into the public telephone
“No fume papá”
He said with his voice
Full of tenderness
And concern

The ambulance
Led the way to
To la Cruz Roja

I followed it
It helped my memory
It opened the night
To the fat lady
Who likes to sing

She sang happy
Romantic songs
Her face would change

With each voice inflection
Those were pop songs
Songs full of infatuation

Sometimes this place
Feels like a
Godless zone

But when God smiles
I can see Him
In the eyes of people
On moving cars
Near fishing rods
And the martial arts

POEMA PARA UN RADIO


El radio se tropezó
Con un elemento

Sus sonidos
Fueron como
Un estornudo

Me gusta
Atrapar pensamientos
Con plumas importadas

Porque permanecen
En el aire
Como helicópteros
Encandilados

FOOD


I am brave vegetarian
A courageous vegan

If my doctor tells me to eat
Carne Asada
I do what the good
Doctor ordered

And if I see
Carnitas in the way
Then I savor
The aftertaste
Of fairness

I risk heart attacks
And death
By diabetes

I take everything
Not with a grain
But with a lot
Of salt

My health food friends
Tell me I’m on the
Path of death

I milk cows
Risking prostate cancer

I rather not smoke
But if I do
I prefer camels
Leaving my lungs vulnerable
To biological weapons

Once you have
A little bit
Then you
Get a taste
For it

MÚSICA



El canto
Del comerciante
Es una canción desesperada

Música longeva
Se sufrimiento

La felicidad se enciende
Sobre sus rostros
Cuando tocan
Sus instrumentos

Olvidan las congojas
De sus días
Por esos dicen
Que quieren
Morir cantando

Escape repentino
De lo inevitable

REUNION


The beautiful wife
Of my childhood friend
Says I am
Very famous

I understand
Because of him
And his lovely bride
That bananas
Are an antidote
Against cramps

I always believed
In the healing properties
Of potassium

ORBIT


I walk
Cutting the moon
In half

My hands
Aware of the line
That divides
My body

Life & death
Love & war
Water & the burning
Element of creation

I walk
Slicing the moon
In half

I am
A happy
New planet

GAMES


Children play
To grownup game

The imagine
Killing foes
From another land

Invaders of leisure
Make believe homicide
Essential war games

No need for nintendo
This is better
Than x box

Imagination has
Its own
Special effects

TADEO


Are you the apostle?
Or the saint
With the covert smile

Who betrays God?

I tell you this:

Human rights
For the little children

Human rights
For loveable angels

Human rights
For the growing family

Human rights
For Spanish speakers

Human rights
For the confederation
Of fish eyed agents

Human rights
For the survival of
Rosarito Beach
(Little Rosary Beach)

Human rights
For those who run in fright
Wearing cowboy boots
And tennis shoes

Human rights
For the dust that levitates
From the dirt roads
Gravitating around
Brave beat up & hurt
Automobiles

Human rights
For decapitated officers

Human rights
For the winners & losers

Human rights
For the musicians
Who incite dance
And song
Musical love of war

Human rights
For the writers
That prophesy
With their
Japanese pens

Hey Mr.
Human Rights
Are you my friend
Or my adversary?

roses are red

violets are blue

i want to

have fun

with you

POEM 7


Poetry tends to change
The meaning of words

It can also
Change colors

The school seems ready
For heavy work
They like fighting
In the water
My kind of angels

I don’t think peroxide
Will be a problem
Metaphors tend to
Change things

The skins turn red
With the rays
Of the sun

The ball of fire
Burns off
The gray
In the clouds
Overcast disappears

But the heavens
And the oceans
Remain blue

If we can’t find
A compromise
If we can’t agree
Green will take over
Reality will be healthier

TÚ


Escribo en la mesa
El café está un lado
De la hoja blanca

De vez en cuando
Te miro

Me observas acongojada
Te sonrío

ART


You have to see
Poetry as an
Art form

Not a sin
But a virtue

Like that of
A Saint
A Shaman
A poet

Frugality
Is spiritual

Blessed are
The poets in spirit
Because they shall
Be comforted

Y & E


I could see
The clouds
Burning like fine
Cuban tobacco

I was enchanted
With the effects
Of marketing

I was loving
Every girl

Because I knew
To love beauty
Is the right
Thing to do

I have never
Met an
Ugly girl anyway

It was a motion
Of principle
Not of covetousness