I would like to thank writer Luis H. Crosthwaite for being kind enough to allow me to use his pc to post my poems.

Currently, at my homestead, we are trying to get wireless internet, but this endeavor has been more difficult than previously thought. We are still on the hunt for an antenna that will get the signal from the nearest tower.

God bless you all.

Juan.

AN OBSERVATION

Diego
3 years
Full of life
Says:
The mountain!
And the moon!

THAT PLACE

I remember
When Chula Vista
Was a ghetto town
I used to drive by an
Abandon supermarket
A spooky building
And I fled California
Escaping from
Diseases of the soul
And I found sanctuary
In the evergreens
Millions of steps
Up in the northwest
And now
I earn
My living
In that same
Frightful building
Nowadays it has
A new paint job
And it’s decorated
With charming
Marketing tricks
I am there
Almost every morning
Selling to dying people
Who buy things
Dying people buy
Watching rich
And unfulfilled
Housewife’s
The prosperous
And the poor
The sick
And the young
All of them
Beautiful sad spirits
Heavily carrying
Their abandoned lives.

GRIDLOCK

Ambition
Is gridlock
The clutter
Of indulgence
Like the suburbs
An experiment
Gone wrong
A laboratory
Of ruthless men
Haters of
The human race
Their venom
Makes the middle class
Kill each other

THE SUPERBOWL

The only thing
Worthwhile
Of that
Pitiful spectacle
Was listening
To John
As he sang
He’s not
A fortunate one
A senator son
Warning us
Not to go out tonight
Because our lives
Could be taken
Far away.

MUSIC

After the weeding
Sinatra’s voice
Filled the dance hall
Some racists
Really know
How to sing.

A DRINK

When pain
Is all you have
Then you have truth
Endless swells
On the sea
Of humanity
I drink
To reality.

WINDY NIGHT

If everything
Was like
Kissing adversity
The search
And need
Of knowing
The better things
Of life
Like fighting
With time
And experiments
That lead
To celebrity
Then meaning comes
As the car’s tires
Enter a highway
Made of air.