BY THE SEA


I gave her a goodbye hug
And she began to massage me
She got my attention
Just like she always does

With her repetitive motions
Of knowledge
Her seasoned hands
Of experience

I thought about
Her mother’s suspicious eyes

I thought about giggling children
I thought about her advice
Against to much salt

And I looked
At the water
To see if I could
Spot any fish

LOVE THY NEIGHBOR


He called me an invader
I considered the romantic notions
Of such claims

I told him a judge should determine
Such a thing

He said he doesn’t like
Courts & judges
But I think they’re okay

He asked for money
But I don’t have any
And its not my custom
To give money to those
Obsessed with my family

A type that likes
To take matters
Into his own hands
Willing to take chances
Like so many before him

The invader from the north
It almost sounds like
A Norteño Band

A dispute
With an eastern neighbor
It hardy sounds
Like something new

This is
Just the cost
Of living

UNDER THE TABLE


She was the friend
Of my friend
Both were beautiful
I often wondered
Why I ended up
With beautiful friends

And she grabbed me
Under the table
And I looked at her
I was surprised
And she just smiled

I looked at my other friend
And she looked
More gorgeous than ever

The bar was smoky
And we were kids
Almost children
So many of us
We were happy
Back then

Fast-forward about 10 years
Into the future
And it happened again
This time by a pro
She was a professional dancer

She had a firm grip on me
And she began to question me
“What are you?”
She asked
I had to think fast
And all I could utter was:

“Apache”

My coworker
Almost laughed
As he drank his beer
And later that evening
He did laughed out loud
As he recounted the episode

“At least she let me go
Without hurting me”
I said

We were less happy then
But oddly enough
We laughed more

PETITIONS


You know I can get
Everything I ask for
You know this right?

I think so…

Do you want me
To ask for her

What?

Yes,
Do you want me
To ask for her
You know
For you

Ahmmm,
I think we
Better wait
Lets wait
A little bit longer

"La fe es clandestina porque no se puede ver... la magia es la ilusión que todos ven..."


DAMAGES


They always hurt
Some are entitled
Some are not
Sometimes deserved
Like random effects

Damages brake
And make new
When there’s
Good disposition

When things are bad
Damages just brake
Things or people
Into a million pieces
Each one
With its respective tear

The wonderful trees
You see on
The cemeteries
Of the world
Are irrigated
By such tears

The death
Providing salty water
Giving birth
To the filters
Of the planet

Damages
Have made of
Plastic Surgeons
A household name

Damages
Are a natural
As a lady
Who ages gracefully