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”