LAST DAYS OF SUMMER


The ocean’s breeze is a natural air conditioner
The psychologist advised
On Mexican radio
Saying that healthy people
Need more therapy than insane folks

And all I know is that is getting pretty hot
And it would be nice to drink
A very cold beer
Or maybe two or three

Watching the sunset
Taking pictures
And trying to figure out
If the American couple down the hill
Is playing with Rosa

Or one of Rosa’s offspring
Because they all look happy
Walking and running on the fields
Near the sea

EXPOSURE


Mice are dying
It is the cost of being near jets
Of standing under them
And not in them

The force continues to be a force
On land or in the sky
As it pierces the whimsical clouds
Were angels & demons play
Dramatic games of chess

Their immune system is wakened
By their desire
To be so near
Oh so close to
The craftsmen of the air

THIS FALL


This morning I woke up
With fast words coming out of the radio
About half the population being infected
On this fall

In the fall of fools
In the fall of the prideful
In the fall of this year

The fall is a harvest
The fall is gravity
The fall is only natural
The fall is conceptual

The fall of men
The fall of women
The fall in the garden of wantonness
The fall of the snake

The fall where dogs & cats laugh

I got up and looked at the water
I made coffee
And changed the radio station
I looked at the water again
And remembered the tourist impresario saying
Father ocean & mother earth

I walked to my car and noticed
It was dusty again
And I drove on the dirt roads
Looked at horses eating from garbage cans
Looked at pretty girls driving nice cars
Looking confused and out of place
Looked at things I should have not looked at
I looked at everything and realized
I had looked at nothing

I arrived at the house
Said hello to the landlord and his wife
Got the key from them
And walked towards my friends
They liked the house
I liked the house
They liked the plants
I liked the plants
They liked me & I liked them

They left & I went back to the landlords
I read them one of my poems
The husband fell asleep and
His wife said to me
It sounds like you are in love

SONG


They cleaned the car
As I rested my hands on the wheel
I listened to the radio
And they sang
I listened and they sang like this:

Sonaron dos FOGONAZOOO-OOOS!

They could keep the tone
They could sing
They were never out of tune
As they took the
Dust off my car

They had an enlightened second nature
Under their dirty clothes
They carried their conscience in their eyes

MILLIONS OF YOU


Today I saw millions of you
All beautiful
All meaningful
All enhancing

I saw you
As a child
As a young woman
As a mother
As a grandmother
As a wife
As a lover

You all over
You everywhere
As a fighter
As a survivor

And some of you approached me
And helped me with my quest

And some of you smiled at me
And some of you did not noticed
And some of you descended on this place
In invisible parachutes

All of you beautiful
All of you
Married & single
All of you
Very much like you
Diligent and serious
Happy and relaxed
Occupied and industrious

You staring
You standing behind me
You making me nervous
Looking at me
With fire in your eyes

You waiting in you car
With a ring on your finger
Waiting for the girl
That looks like you
The one looking at my hands
Looking at my back
And oh those eyes
I can see them in the
Reflection of the window


You on the sand
You on the water that touches my lips
On the bread that caresses my tongue

On my mirror
On my bed
On my car
On my favorite pillow

You
Millions of you
On my soul

You
Marching on the street
You laughing with your friends
Who also look like you

You
The driver and
You the passenger

You
The beautiful detective
And you the exquisite nurse

PRETTIER THAN HER


I was looking at you
Like I always do
And then it happened

I saw your clone
Or your twin
Or whatever that apparition might be

Sitting there but at a different desk
With different clothes
With different colors
Sad and lonely and depressed

And that is how you are prettier than her
Because even though you look exactly the same
Your face was adorned
With the brilliance of happiness
And her face was immersed in horrible despondency

You pretty
Her pretty sad
You happy
Her unlucky
You beautiful
Her unattractive
You wonderful
Her wonderless

You a complete human being

Her an android
A rusty robot
A devaluated item
A photo shop
A flash player
An outdated program
A glitch
A strike
A mistake
Amiss

12 O’CLOCK


Potatoes are a great
Food to be eaten
Right at noon

Great companions of conversations
Because when potatoes cook in oil
The chef philosophizes &
The poet poeticizes

And the potatoes become soft
Their flavors multiplied
With the caresses of heat

Their aroma fights
For the children’s flight
These marvelous units of food
Can teach you right from wrong

When a potato lands on your taste buds
You attain global knowledge
Understanding moments of savor

Sympathy levitates
With the sizzling sounds
It flies by our million noses
And then out the window
To faraway worlds

AMIGOS


los amigos llegaron
en diferentes colores
con nombres conocidos
con pedigrí inconfundible
en caminatas mediterráneas

me siguieron
me rebasaron
me acompañaron

estuvieron conmigo
como en el pasado
como el presente
como en el futuro
como cuando un desconocido me dijo:
tú tienes muchos amigos

SEAFOOD RESTAURANT


The lady is screaming outside
She hollers

Gonzalo!!!!!!
Gonzalo!!!!!
Gonzalo!!!!!

And somehow I think
This might be connected
To today’s server
Her nametag said Alma
Nice name for a soul

And as I thought about it
I saw her eyes beaming
Like classic beacons
Warning a flotilla
That the world is near

Oh so near…

Land can be a strange place
When fire touches the grass
In the morning

As I was getting ready to go
I was asked by the lady
With the pleasing child

Where you able to get connected?
I told her I brought my own modem
We have connectivity here and
You can use it come anytime you want

I said thank you
And drove away
Looking for filtered water

DAY & NIGHT


A collection on the most unusual of places
A collection of furry intentions
Cartoon realizations
Cartoon lamentations

Surfing on those situations
On spray painted sand
On white sea foam
On dreams where you wake up
To walk outside your door
Into the fire
Look at the firemen
Look at the neighbors wife
Looking at the ash

Realizing you don’t have your glasses on
And you can see just fine
Like when St Peter walked on water

Like when the teenager
That young guitar player
Lifted a car with his bare hands
Because he saw a woman under it
On the lotus position
The rear tire resting on her neck
With tiny drops of blood
Falling from her forehead
Adding color to the cliff
Painting the soil
Making this part of world
An art scene

A collection of images
A movement of millions of eyes
In the sky
In your mind
In their lives

Focusing on French cars
The retinas move at will
With at the touch of her buttons

Intensive as a water-melon
A pilot of fruits & vegetables
A pilot of clouds
A pilot of smiles
A pilot of dreams
A pilot that can touch
The heart of the mother
And make her live again

EXCHANGE


The couple sits on the sofa
Very close together
Very much in love

The old man with a walker enters
Looks at the young couple
And says to the tiny dog that approaches him

Sáquese!
Váyase!
Fuchila!
Guacala!

She smiles
The children smile
I smile
But the boyfriend
Doesn’t think
It’s funny

TRANSMISSIONS


I sat on my car
And moved the knobs on the radio
I wanted to transmit the best
I could put on the air

The truth signals to your heart
And even though we could be
In the same frequencies
We also have to be
On the same modality

To see what you see
To feel what I feel
To be who you are
To know how I am
To love like we do

SENCILLO


la vida es como los aviones
los dos tienen forma de cruz
los dos son un arte

la vida es una escuela
donde se aprende a esperar
donde se aprende a jugar

vivir es una carcajada
que sana el cáncer del mundo
una elevación sin paracaídas
una oración compuesta de caló

vivir es volar
sabiendo tener los pies sobre la tierra
respirar el polvo
con los labios partidos por el sol

SOUND OVER THE PLAINS


My alarm clock is an helicopter
Above my sky
Above my bed
Purring like
A flying cat
Fighting to unite
The morning with the afternoon
Pulling both realities
Towards each other
Censing the air
With burnt fuel
Planning a collision
To make a new moon
To make believers on this day

ANDAR Y NADAR


las caricias de la voz no tienen nada que ver con la verdad
son sólo lo que ellos y ellas usan para poder sobrevivir un día más
no tienen nada que ver

nada
nada
nada

anda que veremos muchas cosas

las mensajes cifrados no tienen nada que ver
con lo que estamos haciendo
aquí y allá nada que ver

nada
nada
nada

la lista de la mañana
la lista e inteligente
la lista de tu vida
la lista de todo lo que ocurre
en tus oscuridades
en tus iluminaciones
las lista de todos
la lista de nadie
las lista para poder alistar

la bendita risa
la maldita risa
la medicinal sonrisa
es una conquista
es ser realista
es ser así

uno para todos
y todos para uno
los 3 mosqueteros
los 3 balleneros
los 3 metaleros
los 3 jilgueros
los 3 amigos
administrando la energía
del montón de asustados
una bola de baterías
llenas de agua

PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD


The inspector smiled
Like people do
At birthday parties
Like old people do
At celebrations

You are going shopping he said
My son & I looked at him and smiled

Is he your son?
He asked
He is my son
I answered

The inspector seemed happy
My son seemed happy
I was happy for both of them

But something was not right
Because a Grand Cherokee
Was lifting dust
Was an accident
Was treacherous
Was everything that could go wrong

And my friend’s father
Was on the ground hand-cupped
With a gun to his hand
Being robbed

And a WWII survivor
Told us about world domination
Microchips & immunizations
Laughter & declarations

People all over the world
Are a mixture of smiles & tears
Heart attacks & conceptions
People all over the world
Spinning like DJ’s
Turning the
North & South Poles

PLANTA


la buganvilia
es un ser humano porque tiene tu rostro
tiene los sentimientos colorados
como los míos
sufre como yo sufro
y ríe como yo río
esta planta tiene la gracia de Dios
y el destino de los seres humanos
sus colores son radiantes
como la juventud
sus ramas fuertes
como los deseos
es una fotografía
tatuada en la materia gris
una oración donde
el suplicante y el suplicado
se confunde entre si

AWAKE


It happened again
The idea of you woke me up
The presence of you
Made me look your way
As you wrote
Even though you are
Thousands of miles away

And I heard the exertion
Of the plowman
Since he decided
To walk the path of the oxen

I sat here
I typing these words
I looked towards my bed
And realized the world is
What it has always been
And slowly and softly
I went back to bed

SAVINGS & CONTACTS


The California poet spoke about her poem:

This poem is true
But it never happened
She said

And she read it
And they were beautiful verses

I wish some of my poems did not happened
I wish some of my poems were not true

I wish to win & I wish to lose
Everything that makes me sink
In the saltiest of waters

I wish to hold my love
Underneath in summer
Under the blankets in winter

Under the stars
Under the sun
Under everything that can’t see us
Arriving steadily and confidently

Holding tightly & securely
Because being-still together
Increases the chances of survival

Hold still
Don’t move
Try no to move
Don’t let your body warmth
Dissipate back to where it came from

EATING PLACE


The guy with the dragon rings
Had the little girl
He was afraid
That’s why he held her tight
While her mother
Went to the restrooms
You could see the fear
In his eyes
The dread that hanged from
His mustache
And then
All of the sudden
He looked very human
Like he must of have
When something horrible
Happened to him
And the kid was restless
In his arms
She wanted to play freely
But he was afraid
To let go