DATA

She looks like
A nurse from the state
Women of profound
Spiritual beauty
That know how
To inflict pain
And gain health

I remember my first nurse
I was 8 year old then
And I was in love with her
She would watch over me
She would sit next to my bed
And read a book

I would lay on
My hospital bed
And stare at the ceiling
Once in awhile
I would turn my head
To see her

She was a 70’s nurse
She used to wear her blouse
With the top 3
Buttons unbuttoned
And I could see
The profile of her breast
So close to me

But when she would
Follow doctor’s orders
I would discover
New dimensions of pain

This was necessary
So I could walk again

Poor Octavio
I know why
He was misunderstood

Sometimes
The taste of medicine
Makes you act suspicious
Makes those around you
Have suspicious minds

She took poetry
To another dimension
I also felt like
Being evasive

For a moment
I was seduced
With images & metaphors
Similar to the
Best words
I heard in my life

VACATION

My African princess!
When I see you
At my window
My heart revives

Be my
Queen of Sheba
Let me be your
Sol-omon

Oh Mother Beauty!

Let me write
Love poems
On you

The green-fields
Of the world
Will become
Our love bed

THE BRAIN
OF A POLICEMAN


Fix the cerebellum
And the bright lights
Will increase

Glow in the dark…

6 exits
6 possible outcomes

The guitar player
Does not care if
A 6
Is a 9

The painter
Sees a nose
In number 7

And I like to
Agree with them

I pray
For success
To emanate
Form the doctors hands

Nothing’s for sure
And there’s
Always the
Risk factor

An optional operation
Via remote control
The medicine of the future?

If death is imminent
To proceed would be
Sensible like summer

When intentions are good
It’s better to
Sanitize the outcome

There’s still time
To turn around
Drop your guns
And walk the way
Of the hermit
The holy man
The American Ascetic

But if you think you must
We all have our reasons
You know?
So be it
Let you choice be known

All you have to do is
Think about it
Kind of like fiat
Like when the world
Was created

And men & angles
Will know

Girls & women
Will sense it

The dogs
That used to
Bark at you
Will shut up
The ones
That used to bite you
Will ran away howling

It is never what it seems

You will become
Your worst enemy
And you will either
Win against yourself
Or autodestruct

Do you believe in luck?

I understand your
Previous boss is a
Casino owner

Did he teach to
Beat the odds?

I’ll show you
A better way:

Sell everything you have
And give it to the poor

Mmmmmm….

Something tells me
You will not

I wish it could be different
But your are a policía

And I am a….
How to explain it…

A green-poet
Under a green-patriarch

We are
Very different indeed

YOUR DEMANDS


The paths of commerce
Are the ways love

Sex plus tax
In an biodegradable where-house

The guilt of resale
With shopping carts

The conceit of wholesale
In semi trucks

Food is just another name
For the myriad of aberrations

Give me freedom
In a machine shop

Give me death
To resurrect the lives
Of the very old
And the very rich

Give me a Hummer
From the judges’ chambers

Give me an SUV
With a big throat

Give me
High definition murder
My color TV
Translated to all
The languages of the world

Give me
The lights of Wall Street
And my copy of the constitution

Give me
The gift of life
Kiss my lips
As you blow
Punch my heart
Till it turns
Black & blue
So he can walk proud
When it becomes purple

Give me back
My rights!

You can keep
My LEFTovers

You can keep
My cancer

You can keep
Your ezquizofrenia
Your radiation
Your idealization
You machinations
Your coca-cola
Your pepsi-cola

Takes your hoofs
Out of my
Drinking water

MY RESPONSE

I see through your eyes
My wounds bleed
Like your wounds
And my blood
Like your blood
Is not yet infected

I feel like you feel
I feel love
Like you do
And hatred
Like you been hated

I get tired like you do
Hungry & thirsty
Like any human being

I have been sick
And been nursed
Back to health
I also know death
Like you do
It has robbed me
Of family & friends

They have tried
To dehumanized me
Like they tried
With you

But God
Was working undercover
(in secret because last time
They tried to kill Him)
Within the poor
And He gave me a hand
And when I held fast
To Him
It burned like hell
Because for a moment
I thought hew was the Enemy
But when I realized
He’s was the
The ‘Father of Lights’
I felt warmth
I felt security
I felt wholeness
I felt happiness
And my assailants
Began to drop
Like drunken flies
But they never
Got a hangover
And they never
Got up

And He gave me
New names
And told me
To stay with
The aliens
But before He left
He showed me
A few more
Tricks of the trade

You were
Also aided by Him
The proof of this
Is that you are alive
And were happy
A few moments ago

All you have to do
Is believe
I love you

Believe me
Stop messing with aliens
Because they will mess with you
If you try to track them
You are just tracking yourself
The same is true with
All the other
Verbs & adjectives

I think of you often
And perhaps soon
We could toast
To our happiness
And the happiness
Of the whole world
While we fly
Over the Pacific Ocean

ASSETS

I have you
You mater the most
You are here
You are there
Only God can help us now!
I’ believe in you

We’ll be there
Invisible us
You & me
Us & them
Oh magnificent image!
Flavor of patience

PAZ


Morning beauty
Refreshment of existence
Presence of life

I would marry you
1000 times over

You make me creazy
En español

Paz
I saw you

Where you
Are need it
The most

The borderline
Of my heart

You are
The most valuable
Gift on earth

INVISION

Invasion
In a helicopter

With a tree
For a rotor

A sunflower
For a tail

With a flag
Crammed with
Superstars

Snowed mountains
On its body

The ladder
Caressed by
The wind

Crew
With tempered
Faces

FATHER’S DAY

My firstborn
Fell asleep
Next to me

I slept too

I woke up
As he was trying
To choke me
With both his hands

His eyes closed
His face wincing

Wake up!
I told him

Was the matter
With you?

I was dreaming
He said
That a dog
Was trying to bite me
And it wanted
To throw me
Into the sewer

How proud I was!

He’s a good kid
He has strong hands
And he’s just 8

PERSITANCE


How they manipulate you
Blue tooth and all
And you let them
And you suffer
And I keep loving you
And your pain intensifies
And my hands are
Reaching for you
And you
Just stand there
Hurting evermore

THE MEXICAN
&
THE MIGRA

“Religion and I
Don’t mix well
I meditate
That’s what
Does it for me”

He’s okay
Because when
I was
Being harassed
By the ku kux clan migras
He always acted
Professional towards me

Is not his fault
God made
Him a migra
And made me
An alien

If he could
Only see
That he works
For a religious agency
Things would be easier

It’s somewhat
Of a mystery

God
Is a mystery

And since
In a situation like this
You either help out
Or win
I will opt
For lending him
A hand

Meditation is good
It works best
For women

Women meditate
Men contemplate

Like telephones

Women
Use telephones

Men
Use radios

Contemplation
Will always
Give you

An advantage
Sooner than later
You will
Deal with God

He always wins

La casa
Siempre gana

When He wins

You win
And crooks lose
And bad people lose

And moments
Of meaning & fulfillment
Arrived like
The 2 humming birds
That appear
Outside my window

ORDINARY


There’s no
Such thing
As strangers
On planet earth

God made everybody

And temptation
With God’s creations
Is not a novelty

Scientists are the first
To sin
In such way

Ordinary human beings
Like poets
Do not premeditate
But sometimes
They levitate

TOXIC


Agent of filth
I will destroy you

I will extinguish
Your madness
Your organic folly

My echoes
Will reach you

And I will seize you
Like Cipro
And you will
Look at me
With your
Bacteria-shot eyes

I will look
And see
And ponder

As your
Grotesque existence
Fades away

Poisoner of children!

I will cut you down
Put you out
And place your
Infected memory
In the darkness

Inside a cave
For imbeciles

Specter of
Contamination

Like the farmer
Hits the stem
I will hit your soul

Not even your kin
Will remember you

You will never
Become a father
Of sons

You will move
Like swine do
When they hang
Inside the slaughterhouse

As dirty streams
Of their ending existence
Accumulate on the floor

I will not
Use chlorine
For cleanliness
But fire

GIRLS

Your eyes
Expelled so much heat
I felt shy
I could only
Smile for you

Yesterday
As I was coming in
Your sister
Or cousin
Or aunt
Had the same effect
On her eyes

And when
I was
Coming out
You stood there
A formidable
Opponent in
The arts of love

I would have liked
To hug
Or kiss you
Both
But there was
A trembling
On both of
Your beings
That made me
Walk away

There’s always
Incredible miracles
That appear
On my field
Of vision

Like the beautiful girl
Talking in her cell phone
As I write this
Who likes to imitate
My every motion

Her beauty
Is not average beauty
Because all women
Are beautiful

Her beauty is tender
Deep & touching

I believe
With all my heart
Her beauty
Was magnified
When she become
A mother

POLICÍA


A new world policeman
With a motorcycle
Of uncertainty

No need
For a gunfight

Dialogue becomes
The medium
Of war

Leopoldo
Don’t follow
The money

It will lead you
To madness!

Leopoldo
Even though it took
Some effort
To persuade you

Leopoldo
You did walk
Though the path
Of understanding

Leopoldo
Believe me
When I say
It is best for
Both of us
It is best
For everybody

Leopoldo
There’s no need
To mention cash
Because I think
We are above it

Leopoldo
I understand your concerns
From the northern borders
To the southern limits
In español

Leopoldo
You fresh-blood
You impressionable spirit
You vessel of potential
You police-something

Leopoldo
Pistolero of
The people and
For the people

Leopoldo
Don’t forget
The microphone

Leopoldo
Blessed are those
Who believe
Without seeing

Leopoldo
Believe me
When I say
Things will
Forever change

LOVE IN MOTION

With love
The heavens
And the earth
Were created

By love
They will
Be destroyed

With love
The creatures
Experience ecstasies

By love
Punishment ignite
Illuminations

With love
Hearts are created

By love
Hearts crack
Like the windshields
Of used cars

With love
I entered
Into you

By love
I pulled out

BIRTHDAY

The children
Sing happy birthday

In Spanish
It sounds better
Because the tune
Tells about a song
That king David
Used to sing
Early in the morning

All of them precious
Marvelous creations
Of God

The all say
“Happy birthday sir”
And I feel like
Calling them
Sons & daughters

Then the beautiful lady
With deep
Brown eyes
And profound
Black hair

Places a chocolate
Birthday cake
On my table

I think of her
And make my wish
Before extinguishing
The candle

She reaches over
And embraces me

She irradiates warmth
That travels
Straight to my heart

QUESTIONS

“Are you married?”
She looked at me
without making a sound,
then she moved her face
in a positive gesture.

She was smiling…
but it did not seemed
To be a happy smile.

“Happily married?”
I pressed.

She once again repeated
the same motions,
but this time
the smile looked
more like a frown.

“And you?”
She asked.

“No, I am not, well I am separated”
I looked at the children
and concluded my answer
“Yes, I am… very happy”

CYNTHYA

She was
My first editor
She was friends
With Blanca

And there was
This international contest
Between schools
From both sides
Of the border

All kinds of
Cool projects
Technological
And artistic
Were submitted

I only felt
Comfortable writing
So I wrote a poem
About the beach

I guess in retrospect
It was an eco-poem

About people…

People swimming
In shit

And I gave
Cynthia the
Rough draft
And she made it
Make sense

She corrected
All the typos
And the errors
And tried to
Make it
Mistake-free

But we all now
Every poem
Is a mistake

Because a good poem
Is a good mistake

A big poem
Is a big mistake

Little poems
(My favorite)
Are little mistakes

Just like normalcy
Is fallacy
The truth
Is a mistake
To those in the
Unnatural world

We submitted
The poem
And it did not
Win 1st place
Nor 2nd
Nor 3rd

It got
A honorary
Mention award

I remember
My father
Being very proud

So much
That he bought me
My first pair of
Cowboy boots

BLANCA


When I was on 8th grade
I decided to translate
The lyrics from
Foreigner’s
Hot Blooded song
Into Spanish

Class was boring
I think this
Is the first document
That I ever translated

I could only remembered
The chorus
So that’s what
I wrote down
On my school notebook
With my red pen

I identified
With the singer
When he would
Make reference
To having a fever
Of 103

Because I used
To get constant fevers

I think I translated
That part like this

“ I have a fever
Of 100 degrees”

It seems like
It was yesterday

Blanca
The prettiest
Girl in class
Who was sitting
Next to me
Asked to see
What I was writing

To this day
I don’t know
What she
Thought of it
Because she
Just looked
At me
And smiled

She was
So beautiful
And I knew
Her beautiful face
Her beautiful smile
Her beautiful presence
Was a gesture
Of approval

Later on
I wrote poems
For her
Which were
Lost forever

I also wrote
A song for her

I lost the piece
Of paper
That it was
Written on

But I know it
By heart

CASI NADA

La ilusión del amor
Es tan poderosa
Como la televisión

Me como
Un cono
Como un astrónomo

La luna
Esta bajo
La influencia
Del Serafín

Romano
Como Roman
Cerebro eléctrico

Que no hace nada
Como los patos
Porque no rima
Con la electricidad

El Papa
Charla con
El papá

Un tren
Entrena
A un electricista

Correo cerrero
Que dominas
A los cerrajeros

Link de Slavonia
Un tigre se come
A Tigris

El jinete
En la playa
Con caballo
De Albania

Y los niños
Son los mejores
Para diagnosticar
La locura