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