5 O’CLOCK

I walked
Pass her
Such a beautiful
Young girl
With red hair
And fair skin
I remembered
My daughters

MIGRA VALDEZ


“What happened?”
“I don’t know”
“5 happened”
“I think so… I lost count”
“You ran out of fingers?”
“Aha”
“And toes?”

“Yes
But I think
I’ll borrow some
From la Migra
Migra Issued
They won’t
Be missed”

I could not believe
I was speaking
To the ghost
Of a cursed ship

I wondered if
He had a good
Sense of humor
Like this goofy
Looking agent

Oil is shinny
It shines
Like confusion
It shines
Like your eyes
2 oil wells…
Burning

M IGRA AIREY

“What problems did you had?”

Problems….
I think you need more bathrooms
I would rather see you serving coffee
Fine coffee to international travelers

You could be
The official barrista for the Migra
And you could forget
About checking silly id’s
And carrying outdated pistols

I am not asking for good liquor

(Even though that might not be a bad idea
At some monasteries they offer a shot of booze
As a welcome gesture)

But coffee is as good
As any fine drink

I imagine you
A grandpa figure
Serving a hot cup
-No cream nor sugar-
To me your prodigal customer
Straitening our business relationship…

Think about it….
It’s win-win situation
-After all you’re the one
Who made emphasis
On how you were going to make sure
I was sent your way each day…

At first I thought you
Were one those
Senior homosexuals
But now that I think about it
It might had been something else

Like the way the wind
Was blowing that day

Ah the things some people will do
With the change of the weather

The most important thing
In all of your folly
Is to make sure
To always have fresh flowers
Strategically located
Around your working space…

This is not only good
For aesthetics…
It is also good for the soul

OFF BEAT BEAUTY

Are you reality
A beautiful hologram
Or just an image
On a million
TV screens

On both sides
Of the border

A signal
On the sky
A prophetic flight

Symmetrical medicine
For the ugliness
Of the world

DIGITAL EMPERATRIX

To the most beautiful and digital apparition....

Producer of divinities
Deity incarnated
Axiom of love
Matrix of hope
Womb of miracles

Mother of many visions
Entity of ethereal youth
Fountain of health
My secret weapon

Lips of resurrection
Body of brilliance
Nuclear smile
Black hair of truth

And your eyes
My dear
Your eyes
Hold the secrets
Of many fires
Ignition of riddles
Mediterranean flash-points

Aesthetic force
Presence of light
Semblance
In my soul