TIME


I saw you there
And I said: god damn!
It has been such a long time!

But you look different
Like I did
And you acted different
Like I do

You were a skater now
And had an earring hanging
From your earlobe

There was still something
That would allow me to “know”
It was you

So I watched you use the skateboard
Outside your parents house

Your folks were sinister
We have been waiting to meet you
They said
Come on in and sit down
I did as I was told

And you were trashing
Your skateboard
Outside the front door

Then we went to witness
The work of the people together
We sat there
In the front rows
Watching the fellows from Africa
Do their thing

I turned my head towards the right
And the light was reflecting
On your silver hoop

And you looked
So cool
Like Ed Bradley

And remembered
That time
When that fellow
With the goatee
Was trying to convinced us
That when we ate nature
We ate God

I WAITED


I walked silently
As silently as I could
After the sound
That almost musical sound

I had my rifle pointing towards it
But it was complete darkness
And I turned on the light under the barrel

The sound stopped
The melody stopped
I stopped and waited in the shadows

Waited like the night waits for daytime
Waited like winter waits for summer
Waited to go to bed & be next to you

Following the lines of your tattoo
With my fingers
Waited like the past
Waits for the future

TIEMPO RETRAÍDO


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

Tienen huecos en sus almas
Igual que yo

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

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

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

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

Al mismo tiempo que veo las rostros de policías asustados
Observando autobuses nuevos que se detienen
Aun lado de sus prisioneros

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

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

MORNING BEAUTY/MORNING FOLLY


The morning has it own kind of music
The low clouds play a peculiar hum
The coffee machine announces liquid love
Crackling in unison with the roosters

Everything seems just right in the morning time
Food & flesh taste better
Even fright is stronger in the morning
Concentrated & reciprocated

Morning beauty
Morning folly

The engine warms up and the car shudders
Darkness dissipates with first kiss
Feet rub together multiplying steps taken by 2
It is when you are awaken that you truly resting

CULMINATION


The mailer
Walked out the Post Office

He looked happy & content
With the bright blue sky
And the shinny sun
That reflected on his eyes

Also in the sky
And airplane with gourmet food

Flying north
Flying Europe
Flying Latin-American

So far away from earth
Orbiting the moon
Finding satellites of gold

LUNCHEON


The table is ready
The corpse had an apple on its mouth

The spectator with a heart attack
On the floor
And the guests ate

As they chewed
She told me not have the surgery
That it will hurt even more

I looked at her hands
Then at her face
Then at her hands again

I asked what should I do
She said to leave it alone

I said okay
And walked outside
As the people ate lunch

burning storm


words rain down like bullets
producing breathing gaps
holes of naiveté

this is a burning storm
gathering its metallic rattle
in soda cans

21 century maracas
convoluted dance of chance
random cries at midnight
amplified by the microphones of the soul

the truck’s flat tires
are spinning moons
throbbing wounds
being recovered by sea salt

SMOKE


She lit up
Looking for that spiritual place
Looking at the city lights
From her smoking terrace

Her thoughts were also on fire
And the ambers oh her brainwaves
Traveled around the world

Intercontinental missiles of desire

Igniting faraway places
Burning laughter away
Bringing out cold water from the faucets
Of western suburbia

Ice compressions in plastic bags
Cortisone cream from the first aid kit
Appointments for face transplants

Improvised songs that chanted:
Everything is gonna be alright

Howling dogs and mad bitches
Overworked engines
And crying witches

The night burned away
At the same time that
Roosters crowed
Coffee brewed
And millions of breakfasts were made

FAST DREAM


The idea of you got me all worked up
Even though I cruised on my bicycle
I did not feel weary or tired
Because I was ready
To love you as soon as I could touch you

I remember one house
But not the other one
The one I entered was the one where you were standing
And I was all over you and you would say:

“Not here”

But it was the wall—you—and—me—
And we got all excited very rapidly

It was like tasting just a little bit of a very good thing
The sort of thing you want much more of as soon as possible

Then I was back on my bike all of the sudden
Thinking of your silhouette and your taste
As I pedaled towards the sunset
Wondering why these things
Always happen to me

I LOVE THE WAY YOU EAT THE AFTERNOON


Preference arrives in different colors
Sitting on public benches
On loaned chairs
Or brand new cars that will end up
In a junk yard

The many moments of our live
Passed us by like city doves
Flying erratically out of the smog

The sun hits the eye
The camera
The sound
The heart inside an ambulance
The thought you had
As you thought you were dying

the best


it is a perfectly good thing
to become your confidant

learning your curves and tricks
like school children

waiting to show-off at recess
eating your schoolmate's food & confidence

i feel bad too you know?
but i just hope for the best
and wish goodness for everybody

even as many die
and many are born
every single day

but when i do it
the best i can
is when i feel alright

i fall asleep
and dream about the good things
life has given me

slowly



slowly caminamos
por las sábanas of your thoughts baby
and it feels perfectamente bien

aunque a veces nuestras piernas touch each other
pero i don´t care
it is your touch que me gusta tanto

i like your pensamientos baby
porque se sienten como fine linen
y tus besos son como de velvet

me gusta atorarme en tus dreams
porque siento que estoy en una movie
en donde les gano a los malos
y me llevo a la pretty girl
y los dos nos sentimos very good

writing your poem


i said i would write a poem
of how much i miss you
the truth is you are with me
and i am with you

to miss you would be to miss myself
and i have myself under this sleeping bag
warm & cozy i have you

if memories hurt is because
we don't understand that we belong together
even if our lips are apart

i've tasted the flavor of your medicine
witnessed the virtue of your presence
i know hurt dissipates with restoration
and pain evaporates with anticipation

deporte


el frío entra
calefactor lo bota
como un balón


negociación

la cama me ve
me invita a descansar
verano espero


el radio

te escucho llorar
reclamos de amor escupes
corriente alterna

la gran decisión
por diego martínez


el día de hoy
hubo un gran problema
por la lluvia
para entrar al restaurante
de comida china

cuando entramos
nos dimos cuenta
que todas las mesas
estaban ocupadas

tuvimos que decidir
a dónde ir
fue difícil
hacer la decisión

corrimos hacia el carro
para pensar mejor
porque en el restaurante
había muchas voces

mi papá y mi hermano
querían ir a la casa del mole
pero yo no quería

le dije a mi papá:
vamos a otro lugar
mi papá:
¿a cuál lugar?
yo no contesté nada

luego nos pusimos de acuerdo
y fuimos a la tapatía
y comimos una buena comida
pero me di cuenta que las luces
del carro de papá
estaban encendidas

y le dije:
papá, las luces del carro
están encendidas
papa:
¿puedes ir a apagarlas?
yo: sí

fui a apagarlas y regresé
mi hermano me preguntó:
¿cerraste la puerta con seguro?
yo: sí
entonces terminamos de comer
y nos fuimos a casa

dos


te amo en 2 lenguas
because you taste like the night
sabor a las estrellas que adornan la oscuridad
te amo con los movimientos de mis labios
they keep the beat from my heart baby
and my heart is tu corazón

i remember your bilingual taste
¡y me gusta!
me gusta mucho honey

te amo con dos lenguas
mejores que las de un dragón
your love is fuerte baby
mora powerful que una bomba
una lengua del sur y una del norte

que se chocan
que se amarran
que atan mi rostro
junto a tus piernas
and you have killer legs baby

te amo con 2 manos con 2 piernas
i love you with every breath
con cada lágrima cada diente
and you taste like the salt de la noche
my taste buds saben a ti
saben a sol de un sunny day
saben a la lluvia de tu amor

despacio


te amo
por el otro lado
de mi realidad

te quiero
cuando tienes sueño
cuando el enfado
cansa tus ojos

te deseo
cuando se detienen
los momentos

te poseo
en los cuentos agotados
en este incierto
semáforo de la vida

love in california


i write a poem when i ride a bicycle
i see the world turning
on my front wheel

i pass the ice cream parlor
and think chocolate
bubble gum & rocky road

i have this memory
and i holdfast to it
it is mine

you can exercise in your sleep
and you can make of this image
whatever you want
like love in california
like sleeping in the afternoon

yesterday



just 3 cars in the city
and the 3 are about to collide
so i enter the supermarket
and i see a nurse buying
fruits & vegetables

he could be a doctor
but if i had to guess
i say he's a nurse
in spite of his goatee

i walk to the bakery
and pick 4 pieces of bread
the clerk puts them in a paper bag
as he tells his coworker
a pretty mexican girl
he'll buy a car to gain her love

i walk back to my shopping cart
and find 2 identical carts side by side
with the same items in them
and i take the one that feels alright
no use thinking to much about it

i walk the supermarket aisles
and noticed the smiles being flashed at me
i respond in kind
better not fight it
it is good to be happy

fingers on the counter-top


the forms have the flavor
of a subtle memory of commerce

i'm trying not to walk too much on it
because the ice is breaking
and the water is growing
in age & in wisdom

water has seniority
over the land
over the world
over anything that moves

drips of water & blood
land on my tongue
i can speak
all the languages of the world now