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And carrying outdated pistols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

PEDRO AL RATÓN


Apóstol de ratones
Percusor de los basureros
Cenícero infrahumano

Ladrón contaminado
Agente de los
Desperdicios óleos

Embajador de
Perros zarnosos

Descendiente del padre
De la mentira

Paternidad corroída
Erosión de la felicidad
Lingüista de lo profano

Sucursal de bacterias
Y de baterías robadas

Aberración del
Calentamiento global

¡Ratón de ratones!
¡Sultán de vulgares!

Hacedor nocturno
Dormilón matutino

Representante
De la inmundicia
En la tierra

Falsificador
De la existencia
Razón de lo malo
Antítesis de lo bueno

Blanco cercano
De matiz prieto

SERRATO


Soft voice
Pretty & petite
As you walked
With me
I was tempted
To hold your hand
You are so
Beautifully real

CHANGE


She looked at him
The last he remembered
Her eyes
Were green

Or blue
Or turquoise
Or emerald
Or aqua
Or some
Of those colors

But that night
Her eyes were red

And he could
See the reflections
Of candles
On her pupils

And this made him
Uncomfortable

PROMOTION


Mr. Migra Watson
Do you really want
To move up
And work granting
And denying
God-given
Status of existence
Of permanence
Of freedom

What a heavy burden!
What a responsibility!

Can you handle
The weight
Of the American Dream
On your hands
Or your loins

Weekends off
Paid vacation
2 hummers
Inside your picket fence house
10 percent goes to the church
To help relieve
The pain in your soul
And to hope that they
Talk to God in your behalf
So He doesn’t send you
To Hell

A higher percentage
Goes to your Uncle
To avoid pain elsewhere

You will have the power
To unite families
And to divide them
To heal them
And destroy them

So consider
What you want
To do

WHAT’S A POET TO DO?

The ocean was enough
To start her up
Her engine vibrating

Her face
Was a mix
A reflection
Of sun
And water

I was a witness
To such miracle

Her machine
Was purring

She was
On the shore
Her car was
On the sand
2 ships underground

RED FACE


Fright & drunkenness
Give red faces

A red face also
Shows up
When having
A good time

A burst of laughter
Has the same effect

Contrition may give
A red face

Exertion and exercise
Give red faces

Walking does not
Provoke a red face

Running
Yes….
Definitely running