ANOTHER ONE


Jim Morrison
Was also an alien

He was obsessed
With crossing borders

He would go crazy
In the pyramids
Of Mexico

He wrote & sang
That catchy tune

Break on through
To the other side

What a nice song
To listen too
While on the line
Waiting to cross
To America

HENRY’S MARKETPLACE
CHULA VISTA WITH
DAMAGES


Abuse
Neglect
Hatred
&
Poison

The store where
The farmers go
To buy poppy seeds

The dead
Chinese fish
INSIDE
Ron Cohn’s case
Are more efficient
Than polonium 210

Eco fruit
Baptized
With legal
Pesticides

Tenebrous presence
Axis of intoxication
With prosecutions

Organic dust
On grocery shelves
With canisters
Of mystical death

The poor
Disenfranchised
Disenchanted
Slaves
Are the workers
From the 3rd world
Competing with
Caucasian counterparts
For the favor
Of the rich man

Such a mirage
Of fairness
Adulteration of equality
Manufacturing of
Workman’s suffering

Cascade of liabilities
With frozen bread
Ready for
The ovens of greed
Blue words
In the grey sea
Of retail

THE BEAST A MONSTER


The frail man
Said he hates
The beast

He looks so weak
I fear the wind
Might blow
Him away

He said he knows
My papá
They went to
School together
He told me

I couldn’t help
But to feel sympathy
For him

He wants
To help out
An offered to getThe monster wet

Sometimes
Extreme measures
Are necessary

Perhaps the word
“Goodbye”
Is more
Than enough

BLUE BICYCLE


The little brown mouse
Has my blue bicycle

He might fall
With it

Exercise with
Stolen property
Has always
Been dangerous

First he took
The black canister
That turns water
Into poison

The bicycle
Will be his
Transportation
In Dante’s inferno

LUGAR DE LA CUEVA


En una cueva
De perdición

Decadencia humana
Almas descompuestas
Muerte en movimiento

Olvido del triunfo
En los periféricos
Del éxito

Temporada de cacería
Con sonrisas
De diamantes

Cosquilleos de adrenalina
En mis venas

Sudor de esperanza
Más sublime que
El calor de la
Sensual bienvenida

La tristeza
Es la energía
De las plegarias
La propulsión
De los rezos

MY PEACHES


I like picking peaches
In my mother’s property

Some are very sweet
Others are full
Of potential

Too much red meat
Is not good for you
The same is true
With pork

When the time comes
To go vegetarian
My beautiful peaches
Are there for me

THE READING CONTINUED


Some said it was sabotage
Others believed more in
Technical difficulties

I heard helicopters
Hovering above
The palace of culture

But I could not
See the flying machines

At the entrance
Guards stood
Holding assault riffles
Like rock stars hold
Electric guitars

It’s good
To see poets
Well protected here
In this Mexican
Wild—West
The poet stood there
With a dead microphone
And a wet speaker

Even though
There was no juice
And the beer sat
In unopened kegs
And the bottles of wine
Were ready for neophytes

The poet
Raised his index finger
Towards heaven
A poetic act by itself
And electricity returned
The speaker and the mike
Were resurrected

MIDNIGHT SPIDER


I red spider
Hid inside
My red shirt

Since I was
Heading towards
The bathroom
I decided to take it
With me

I shook the shirt
Above the toilet
But it wouldn’t fall
Into the water

So I grabbed
The hair brush
And brushed it off
And it got wet

It tried to swim
But I urinated on it
I flushed it down
And away it sailed
Towards the sea

CERCA DEL MAR


Un barco de amistad
Se asoma por mi ventana
Siempre está
Frente a mis ojos

Pareciera que
Mis lentes
Son buques

Lanchas pesqueras
Con anzuelos
Para corazones humanos

Las naves marinas
Se multiplican
Como los sexos
Del tercer mundo

Los binoculares metafísicos
Son esenciales
Para detectar
Intenciones húmedas

El mar de ha convertido
En un lecho de amor
Hasta los aviones
Se cogen a las avionetas

En la tierra
Están las cuevas
De propagación
Puedo hacer poemas
Con fertilizantes

THE HUNT:
THE GOOD SISTER
A GOOD MOTHER


There was a time
When I was angry with God
Because he made me a lion
I wanted to be an eagle

I always was
Getting in trouble at school
For bullying other animals
My father would be called in
And the teacher
Would give him the reports
On my bad behavior
Since dad believed
In the commandments
Of the Holy Instincts
—Something about “love is correction”—
He would exercise those precepts
On my feline body

Back then I didn’t comprehend
My structure
And I would play rough
With my classmates
I didn’t understand
Why they were afraid of me
But I did feel bad about it
I would always stop
When they would cry in pain
Their 4 furry little legs
Would shake

Our first attempt to imitate the king
Was hunting without supervision
On prohibited grounds
My brother and I thought
It would be a good idea
To go into papa’s lair
And take his hunting secrets
Out of their hiding place
He always thought we didn’t know
Where he hid his grownup things
But we always knew

When nobody was around
Usually at night
We would hunt the streets of our jungle
It was exhilarating to watch dogs
Run for their lives
We would fire away
That raw knowledge
But we would always miss
Those canines ran fast
We were fortunate that our disobedience
Didn’t cause any fatalities
Perhaps we can still find the memories
Of those efforts
Engraved on walls
Of elementary schools

It was later on that I understood
Hunting is the art of survival
Territorial protection
Nutritious food for family members
Exercise and enjoyment
For friends and love ones
Like with anything
Hunting gets easier with practice
Since hunting is work
Sometimes it is not fun
But it’s always necessary

The first kill
Is the hardest
Because your knees shake
But as you eat more and get stronger
The shaking subsides
You also learn to kill friends
That become foes
Not out of sport
But out of necessity
When they are too big
Such as a hippopotamus
The easiest way is to chase them
And make them trip
Using their biggest asset against them
Overweight animals tend to
Brake their necks when they fall

If the hippo dies in the water
You must use extreme caution
When entering to retrieve it
Sometimes lion hunters
—Usually doctors—
Can be hiding in camouflage
Waiting with 30’06’s
For someone like you
To get in the river

SLANDER:
THE BAD SISTER


Children are
The future
Of the family

The future
Of the world

When children
Are present
There’s no need
Feed them poison

You shouldn’t try
To brake
A family

The hearts of children
Are tender

Why do you want
To spear them
With venom?

Defamation
Of ancestry
In the ears
Of the innocent
Is a serious crime

Children
Are only hurt
By such things
Needles suffering

Sorry
I can’t overlook
This crime
I have a family
To protect

WORK

Del rio
Funeral home
I think
Del Juan
Funeral homes
Sounds better

About 9 rounds
Of rapid fire
Near midnight

It was the
Inferior eco
Of a 9 mm

I know
I can
Do it faster
With a 45

MONTES SANCHEZ


He seems like
A nice guy
The type that
Is trying to do
His job

I couldn’t spot
A pistol
On him
Perhaps he
Was wearing
An ankle holster

I find them good
For disguise
But impractical
In the field

Maybe he had
An AK—47
In his beat up
VW bug

But he was closer
To my threshold
And further away
From his
Pictographic beetle

I was tempted
To ask him
To enter

Perhaps he smelled
My intentions
So we talked
On the outside

I saw
A Mexican sun
A summer of
The 7th month
Tattooed in
His eyes

SPOTLIGHT


She cries
And her tears
Are blue

The price
Of fame
Constricts
The heart

And sometimes
The throat

Electronic
Prayers are
Not the best

But sometimes
That’s the only
Help there is

SECRET SWINE FARMER


Pedro
Champion of ratones

Rodent with
An ocean view

Apostle of
Child endangerment

Demolisher
Of natural resources

Virus for
Planet warming

Dealer of misery
A life
Like this
Is not worth much

It would better
For you
To become
A magician

An execute
A disappearing act

A


I can drink coffee
And look
At you
For eternity

I can sit
At your table
And watch you
Smile hesitantly
Forever

I can see
Your body
Create the most
Amazing light
Near the sea

I can feel
Your touch like
A nuclear summer

Like an ignition
Of the soul
Detonation
Of desire

NO LLEVO
TU CELULAR
EN MIS MANOS


Me caes gordo
Carlos Slim

Tú no quieres
A los mexicanos

Y los mexicanos
No te quieren

Tus servicios
Son pésimos

¿Por qué no bajas
Tus precios?

¿Por qué no ayudas
Al pueblo
Que te convirtió
En magnate?

¿Por qué no repartes
Tus riquezas
Con los pobres
Esos que te mantienen
En la cima de
Los millones?

Algunos dicen
Que tienes el
Primer lugar
Entre los más ricos
Del mundo

Yo digo
Que eres
El número 1
En ser codo

LES ILLUMINATIONS


I like to read it
As I sit
In the bathroom

It makes
More sense
That way

A good
Exercise for
Reading out loud

I just pretend
To have a
French accent

I am sure
The cows
Won’t mind

The horses
Are definitely
In agreement
With this

REVENGE


Mosquitoes land
On my skin
As I sleep

Pestering
Mini vampires
Of the night

I kill them
In daylight

They bite
In moonlight

I crush them
With my blue
Flyswatter

When they get
Too bloated
Lethargic is
Their escape

Sometimes they
Don’t even bother
To fly away

And when they
Lay dead
Burst open
I see my blood
Around them

EVENT


From her mouth
Came fireworks

So I walked
Away from
The shrine

I pass the
New quarters
Ex—houses
Of horses

We got away
And drove south

Because it was
A holy day
Not a holiday