CLARIFICATION

This is the 50th time
You been here

What can I say to
Something like that

The case looks good
And it gets heavy
When the sun
Is out

The truth
Sometimes rides
In the trunk
Of a car

With a 50 cent
+ tax
Final
For cover charge

A CRANE IN SAN YSIDRO


Migra Raya
Sent me in

He was not playing
Percussions anymore

He confessed
He’s sax player

Inside
A crane works
With a blue house
Like the one
That collapsed
In New York

MIGRA WATSON


Okay….
So Migra Watson
Gave a long dissertation
On the SYSTEM
Used by the
FBI
INTERPOL
DEA
ATF
IRS
FAA
SECRET SERVICE

May God bless
Their respective mothers

They seem so far off
Like something you see
On the TV
Or the movies
But now

Doubleday…
There’s a
Shinny classy lady
Diamond lady
Fashion lady
Designer lady
A gem to puzzle
The son of watt
Said to bypass
W. Ralph Basham
Because he doesn’t
Like to give answers
Most secretive folks
Are that way

Answers for what?
Answers are boring
Answers are wasteful
Answers are sinful

To write to Washington
The guy with long hair
That appears on the dollar bill
His stoic glance
Gives a comforting feeling
I bet he achieved a state
Of illumination
Perhaps it was
Just sadness

MIGRA ATIENZA


“Why do you keep looking at me for?”
“At you?”
“At my name”
“Your name?”
“Yes, you see… right here”
-he pointed at his US flag pin on his shirt-
“I am a US citizen”
“Good for you… I guess”
“Do you have a problem?”
“Why are you mad?”
“I am not mad”
“Angry then?”
“What?”
“Nothing”
“Have you ever had issues with us?”
“Issues?”
“Yes”
“No”

Atienza
Migra Watson told me yesterday
That your job is like customer service
I don’t what he was talking about but
It somehow sounds about right
So Atienza
Please Atienda
The Citizens of the World

Atienza
As you were yelling at me
I saw Migra Black
The one obsessed with the
State Department
Grinning at you
From his booth
The irony is that he
Has a cool name
But he’s white & looks like
A Ku Klux Clan

Atienza
Don’t threaten me with
The CHP
Those black & white saints
They no compare to you
If they see an alien
On the freeway
They’ll give him a hand
I you were to see
A flying saucer
You probably would
Want to shoot it down

Atienza
What I am going to do with you
A middle age migra
That gets uptight and nervous
While on the line

¿MIGRA?


Dark eye rings
Decorate his face
An overcast spring day

Salmo

Los leones rugen por la presa
Y reclaman a Dios su comida
Sale el sol
Se recogen y se echan
Sale el hombre a su labor
Y a su labranza
Hasta el anochecer



ARIES


Just grey magic
The kind that makes
You walk on
Oily pavement
It makes me walk
On contaminated beaches

You said computers
Rule the world
Such an illusion
Made of sand

Electronic tricks
That give you
Raccoon eyes

But that is normal
Because eyes change
With the different stages
Of illumination

And since
You have
A good heart
And are a citizen
Of the city
You can pour
Into a glass

I want to
Welcome you
Little brother

They’ll give you
A free lojack
And the other type
Of jobs too!
But don’t be afraid

They all be coming
After you
You’ll become
A fishing hook
A lure of
The wealthy

They’ll try
To make you
Into steer
While you are
Working against
A contingent
Of tuna fish

At first is bothersome
But then
When you
Get acclimatized
You’ll give thanks
To the Almighty
Because you will
Be able to hunt & fish
Wherever you live

MIGRA RIVERA MAKES AN OFFER

He said:
You are here everyday
You should come
Work for us

How can I tell him that
This is just a line on the sand
And it is disappearing
As the water
Runs over it

And that
When there are
No more lines
He can come work
For me

WINTER DREAM


Heart to heart resuscitation
More than beautiful
For survival
Immortality defines your lips
Your presence
Radiates music
I can hear you
I can listen to
Your pulse
Reading the most wonderful secrets
Treasure of the skies
Princess of the wind
My northern star
Divine apparition
Angelic mystery
Creator of 1000 memories

THE WORLD

I can
See tuning
Inside your blue eyes
I am sorry
For the earthquakes
For record temperatures
For the paws of panic
For the birds
That prey
Sometimes it
Is needful
To be
Rattled a bit
To control the pressure

BEARING GIFTS

2 Angels
vs
2 nervous migras

Worried because of
Flat screen televisions
Cinema codes
Hollywood diners
And pizza home deliveries
FBI monitors
And porno channels

Concerned because
Of those eating
With their vision
Pushing tortillas
Inside their
Eye sockets

Bureaucratic smirks
Decorate the audience
Laced drinks
On the hands
Of warlocks

Myriad of
Thought-activated
Mines

I like
To carry
Your cerebellum
In the trunk
Of my
Old car

Everybody
Is afraid
of the
Glance of God

Hyena laughter
With brain mods
That speak Russian

Here it is
Just for you
A revolver
Inside A
Shoebox

CBP POBRE


Pobre
They make you
Work on Sundays

Pobre
You will be okay

Pobre
Like the
Famous singer
Who rode on convertibles
And made music
With no car payments

Pobre
De ti
Sang Julieta

Pobre
According to Jesus Christ
You should be counted
Amongst the blessed

Pobre
We are the silent majority

Pobre
We have that in common

Pobre
The love
Of the poor
Creates global warming

Pobre
Global warming
Melts the icebergs

Pobre
Poor people
Make rich love

Pobre
Fuck the rich because
Because they placed you
On the front lines
With a pistol in your hand
And told you to stop
The movement of the world

CBP RIVERA



“Ha ha ha ha ha ha….”
“You should be a stand up comedian Rivera”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, David Letterman”
“Oh… come on man!”
“Hey! wait a minute Rivera is a good guy”
Said an unknown Migra in his defense
“Yes indeed, a very funny guy, with that laughter and unforgettable smile
He be better working Las Vegas
Or the House of the Rising Sun”
“Go stand behind the table”
“Okay Paulo”
But Paulo face looked longer than usual and his voice had a slight tone of sadness.
The metal table makes for a good bench
And just thinking about all the goods that
Are placed on that surface I can’t help and wonder how
It would make a great Mexican banco
Or a school bench… nahhh
A work desk
And when I tried to write something
“Are you writing your thoughts?”
“It just homework Navarro”
“Oh”
“Navarro?”
“What?”
“Do you like working here?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you like it here?”
“It’s okay…. I guess…”
“Juan Martínez!….”
A voice yelled from the Migra offices.
I looked towards my car and I saw Rivera
He had my passport on 1 hand and the
Infamous orange slip in his other hand
“You can go Sir”
“Thank you”
“You are welcome Sir”

IT’S JUST A PASS


I don’t know how that pass
Ended up inside my passport
It wasn’t suppose to be there
It wasn’t for you to see

But since you didn’t make
Any comments or asked
Any questions about it
It probably means that
You did see it

I am not an
Ill-mannered person
I will give you the courtesy
To partake

This means
I would like to
Invite you
To the show

This is nothing to be afraid of
I have taken my love-ones
Something I would not do
If I thought they were subject
To any harm

I have to admit
I kind of like the way
You call me “Sir”
It tickles my fancy

I think you will
Make for good company
Then you
The children
And I
Can laugh
In unison
As we watch
The screen

CALL


The telephone rings
I pick up the receiver
There’s silence
And I think of you

Wrapped in silence
Involved in silence

I hang up
As gently
As I can
As if I was
Caressing your
Lovely face

WINE & SEA
IN HER NAME



Seafood on a romantic line
A line that ties 2 hearts

Nourishment for the spirit
Medicine of passion
Nutrition from the sea
For our bed of fire

You are the wine
That my soul craves
You are
My agent of beauty

Worker of splendor
I have never seen
Such intense grace

We were so close
And you were
Wonderfully calm

I like you
I like the way you walk
I like the way you work

I like you
I like the way you look
I like how you focus
I like how you talk

I like
To think of us
Chatting nonchalantly
Eating chocolate ice-cream

I like
How you gravitate
I like how
You pretended not care

THE MIGRA & THE POLICEMAN


Velocity towards you
I can still touch
Those who wish you harm

“Have you been in trouble before?”
“No”
“Have you been sent to the motel before?”
“Yes”

The policeman
Was almost dead
Some believe
Dead policemen
(Or policewomen)
Are beneficial
For traffic

“I don’t care if you doubt my identity”
“I am just doing my job”
“Everybody is doing a job, you get paid to ask questions, and my job is to get to know you, like a Father knows his little children”

Altitude is hazardous
Because it is
The dwelling place of
Angels & devils
And they are always fighting

I have been
Quasi dead
Many times

The most important
Thing to remember
Is not say anything
To the horsemen
Don’t answer their questions
Not even if they are
Next to an ambulance
Or a beautiful nurse
Or paramedic

You don’t have
To open your eyes
If you listen
If you know how to listen
It will sound just like it does
When the horses walk on pavement

I see more horses
On city streets than
Out on the country

The horsemen
Are not like migras
Migras actually enjoy
Asking questions
It brings them pleasure
If you answer their questions
They might even like you

The horsemen on the other hand
Don’t suppose to ask questions
That’s not their job
I know this because
They don’t say much
(Sometimes they don’t say anything)
When they work

They only show up
When somebody fucks up
And there’s nobody else
To ask questions

So if you don’t say anything
They’ll get glad because
They can leave and do
What they really like doing
Like watering their horses but
If you become a blabbering fool
They’re not going to care for you

The policeman
Is almost dead
And the migra
Doesn’t even know it

AFTERNOON

From the sky
You will see
The water
You will see me
Walking on the sand
Thinking of you

CBP AGENT GARCIA
ENCOUNTER OF
THE 2ND KIND


“You are here again”
“Yes, again agent Garcia”
“You know the rules right?”
“What rules agent Garcia?”
“You are here all the time
You probably know them better
Than I”

Garcia
I know the rules
Of love

Garcia
If you want
I can teach you

Garcia
Everything with you
Is a mystery

Garcia
I was flattered
Because this time
You approach me
And spoke to me

Garcia
You are
A good-looking
Woman

Garcia
I can read
Your facial codes

Garcia
You have
Sex appeal

Garcia
I think we are
Making progress

CBP WANTS MY PICTURE

“If you can’t give information
So I can clear you
Maybe you should change
Your name”
“Change my name?”
“Aha”
“I like my name”
“It’s a popular name that’s why
You should change it”
“I like being popular”

But the agent with
The Cuban accent
Wanted to finger print me

“What happens If I refuse?”
I asked
“If you refuse fingerprinting?”
“Yes”
“Then you will be place into
Custody and we will use
Forced fingerprinting”

I didn’t feel like
Being shot
So early in the morning
So I walked with him

“We are also going
To take your picture”
“Do you also want my autograph?”
He did not reply
“Take off your glasses”
I took off my glasses
“Did you use to have a beard?”
“Yes”
“How long?”
“Not as long a Fidel Castro”
“But it was this long”
I made gesture with my hands
To show them how long
My beard used to be
Then he took the picture

CBP ALVAREZ

Alvarez
I can tell you
She has the voice
Of an angel

Alvarez
Even though she’s new
She might conquer the world

Alvarez
I am impress
You know your
Drivers license
By heart

Alvarez
If I was you
I wouldn’t flaunt
That fact

Alvarez
I like your
Sense of humor

Alvarez
I wanted Balestreri
To look me up
She’s pretty
You are not