CLOUDS


I dream in an airplane
And I found my pistols
Stored under my seat
And this makes me
A little nervous

I study the other passengers
All of them have
Guns under their seats

Suddenly a middle class
Anglo-Saxon American
Tells me he wants
To trade his place
For my seat
He says he wants to sleep

I say
No

He explains that
I will be better
In his position

I say
No

He insists adamantly
With the tenacity of a use car salesman
And I find myself at the point
Of utter anger
Since he’s such a bother
I grab my pistols
And tuck them in my boots

I am escorted by beautiful
But exhausted women
(I don’t find the desire
To impregnate them
With my offspring)
Towards a door
That looks like a mattress

They open the door for me
And say: welcome
I enter to what some
Claim is first class
With its casinos
And movie theaters
Pretty girls and
Clean bathrooms
Neon lights
Near the ocean

I look for a parachute
And there is none
If this is called flying
Then I want to
Kiss the earth

SHE’S ALSO AN ARCHITECT


The beautiful coupleTold they’re architects
They say
They want to
Know poetry

I tell them architecture
Is poetry

She’s pretty & petite
Wearing all star converse shoes

Her eyes are suffering
From sporadic earthquakes
A symptom I have detected
In beauty queens

I think she’s ready to
Hold my hands
And walk with me

But he’s not ready
He keeps looking at me
A bit hesitant & unsure

He raises his right hand
In a new dance kind of way
I know he
Will not understand

I’ll wait
A little bit longer

CÉLULA MADRE


Tu cumpleaños es una célula madre
Evidencia plasmada en un rincón
De la realidad
Tu coraje por la vida
Ha sido mi antibiótico
Mi intrépido anticuerpo

Desde mi infancia
Me has cuidado con tu tacto de enfermera
Has suturado mis heridas de adulto
Con mis ideas de niño

He sometido las sonrisas del dolor
Con tu cariño
Que ha tatuado
Un holograma permanente
En el ojo de mi corazón

Esto es una
Imagen en mi conciencia
Brújula de mi alma
Barómetro de mi cuerpo
Faro de mis rebeliones
Encandilamiento de mis motines
Red para mis sirenas

Madre
Tu natalicio es un mapa
De mi existencia
Una justificación para
Para mis respiraciones
Testimonio de mis pasos
En avances invisibles
He inexplicables

Madre
Este aniversario es otra
Dadiva de Dios
Gesto de significado
En la adversidad
Una evocación más
A tus días longevos

AUTUM

It is here
Your hair falls
To the ground
The wind
Takes it away

EYES CLOSED


The word
Ignited a vision
A flash
In the mind
That’s what he told me
His rhythm changed
And he began
To play better
A youthful riff
Was born
Outside near the green truck
The neighbors seemed
To be on holiday

BREAKFAST


The most gorgeous
Creatures on earth
Sitting with me
Feeding me
Looking at me
Theirs eyes are
As delicious
As the food
That greets my taste buds

They have enslaved my attention
I watch their emotions
Working around the kitchen
Seasoning what I eat

They speak to each other
Their words sounding
Like bells
Like Buddhist bells

They smile at me
They take care of me
The energy of
Their message
Has an intention
Of velocity
Their momentum
Makes them even
More beautiful
So pretty
That they levitate
Around the table
Like Greek statues
Human goddesses

None of this is
Of my own doing
But if they are happy
I will be happy with them
Happy for them
If they cry
I will cry with them
I will cry for them
I can decipher their magic
But I rather enjoy it
And taste it
And listen to it
Be a witness
Of its grandiose effects
Of its great heights
Of its dangerous descent
But know I’ll study
Their spices
Their ingredients
Of love
These 2 sisters
Have an unsurpassed touch
Floating in my soup bowl

2

I saw the little girl
With a terrible infection
On her skin
Her eye is
My foremost concern
She could lose it
If not treated
I told her caretaker
She needs antibiotics

PROMISE

As I was being kissed
And bear hugged
By the beautiful women
My eyes searched
For you
I wanted you
To be there
You will know
I am telling
The truth
If you examine
How I was winking
At the satellites

RESVALADERO


El mundo se está resbalando y no me importa
Porque está lleno de mentiras
Y si se descalabra entiendo que nosotros también
Estaremos en una sartén similar

Pero no está en nuestro (o en mí) estilo de trabajo
Y además hay unos sujetos sospechosos que se llaman memos

Ésos se encargan a control remoto pero se recogen
En la boca de un monstruo de colmillos filosos
Y a veces los pedidos se obtienen sin ningún problema
Pero otras veces se sufren laceraciones como las que dejan
Los cuchillos de un carnicero

No es que sea victima de la apatía
Hay cosas que sí me importan
Que me importan mucho

Los que sí me importan son aquellos que están en el mundo
Pero cuando uno de ellos sufre sufrimos todos
Quizá a eso de deba el cáncer y otras enfermedades

El sufrimiento de cada ser humano multiplicado por
Todos los que sufrimos en la faz de la tierra
Equivale a la ecuación del dolor

Lo que tiene menos prioridad son las finanzas
La bolsa de valores es la que está llena de ilusiones
Sueños digitales que se desvanecen
Como hierba seca

La verdadera Wall Street
Está entre California y Tijuana
Donde está esa pared metálica que separa familias
Que separa idiomas y dialectos
Ese barómetro de las clases sociales
Esa obstrucción que bloquea las arterias de la supervivencia
Ésa es más importante que la de Nueva York

Como los memos son invisibles
Esos pasan por arriba y por las partituras del metal



Al resbalarme me corté los tejidos del brazo
Y mi madre me llevó al hospital y los doctores
Suturaron mi piel y cobraron
Muy bien por hacer el bien

La segunda vez no me pudieron llevar al doctor
Porque faltaba dinero
Pero las plantas nunca le han faltado
Y puso una al fuego
Y la cocinó como si fuera comida
Y después la colocó junto a mi lesión
Y el espíritu de la planta reparó los daños

¡Oh las plantas del amazonas!
Gimen conmovedoramente las cabezas de Hollywood
Aun creo que no saben lo que dicen
Pero los memos sí saben y los hacen decir cosas
Que sólo los memos entienden

Cuando conocí a los memos me resbalé muchas veces
Me forzaron a tener la perspectiva de la serpiente
Y aprendí a tragar el polvo que levanta el viento
¡Malditos memos! ¡Como los odié!
Pero después me di cuenta que ellos subsisten
Con el odio de la gente
Decidí dejar de odiarlos tanto

Ahora sólo los odio poquito
Porque después de todo ellos me enseñaron la mansedumbre
Y les debo la adquisición de esa virtud
Y si dejo de odiarlos desaparecerán por completo
Y creo que son un mal cruel pero necesario

Los usureros son un mal innecesario
Crueles usureros
Malvados usureros
Perversos usureros
Salarios obscenos de los usureros
Financiadores de las guerras psicosomáticas
Conspiradores contra la humanidad
Denigradores de los gobiernos del mundo
Mamones porque son hijos de mamon


Los usureros les temen a los memos
Porque los memos pueden hacer que
El dinero o sea el narcótico de los usureros
Pierda todo su valor

Los usureros desean dominar el mundo
Para explotarlo y en enriquecerse
Los memos desean dominar el mundo
Porque no pueden controlar su instinto de reproducción
Desean nacer y renacer en las mentes de
Hombre y mujeres
Niños y niñas
Les gusta atormentar a los ancianos
Los memos no respetan clases sociales
Ni religión o partidos políticos

Casinos en llamas
Usureros ardidos
Usureros ardiendo
Usureros ustedes al fin
Son el combustible
Para la carne asada
Y los memos están felices
Porque su reproducción
Se multiplica con las altas temperaturas

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SKINNY GIRL


She eats
With her friend
There’s nothing sexier
Than watching a skinny girl eat

Her toenails are decorated
With the mystery color
Of radiance
Each of her toes
A mine of desire

Her friend is a bit too young
But the skinny one is hungry
And she walks just perfect
And she feels just right
And she has the perfect figure
The shape of a guitar
Crafted by a master

I like the tone of her voice
The high pitch is amusing
It’s sexy
It will blend well
In the Mediterranean

Aerodynamic nose
This is good for the runway

If she’s beautiful wearing scrubs
She be a killer wearing
A night dress
Oh did I tell you the way
She licks her fingers
And the color of her fingernails?

Too beautiful to be a doctor?
No… I think she just right

Innocence is true beauty
If lost
There’s a tremendous void
A macabre crater in the moon
A cavity for
A pool of sadness

So leave her alone
Don’t touch her!

Her beautiful bronze face
Deserves fullness
And richness
She’s worthy
Of a great treasure
Worthy of the
Fortune of simplicity

MY WINDOW


The couple is in love
She has that sensuous semblance
The conveys pain & bliss

He carries himself
With a desperado energy
A Mexican Romeo

She is truly beautiful
I am happy for them

To think love
Usually dies in 3 days
And that sadness always
Comes with romance

Lord Almighty!

The way she walks
I have never witnessed
Such autochthonous beauty
Never seen
A prettier demoiselle

Good luck hermano
You are going to need it

DAILY EXERCICE


The dump truck returns
The operator’s
Face seems uptight
As my student plays
His electric guitar
The sound
Illuminates all
Of our expressions
With unspeakable happiness
I find myself bursting
With laughter
And the guitar player smiles
And he keeps playing
As his eyes
Turn into
2 pretty cisterns
And I also feel like weeping
The distortion
The electricity
Produce the images
Of my forerunners
And they are
Also smiling

BEAUTIFUL LINES


Retirement allows
The subject to remember
A beautiful FBI agent
She looked just like the bionic woman
But only prettier
Perhaps an improved clone
Of Lindsay Wagner
Of all places this happened
In Portland Oregon
What a delightful coincidence
I remember she was holding
A 38 with her exquisite hand
Wearing those popular
Windbreakers with the name
Of her employer on the back
Standing on the sidewalk
Looking up at a window
Securing a building
I and walked passed her
And she has the most striking smile
In the whole world
And I decided to kiss her
And she let me get close to her
She was the only beauty there
The rest were dangerous brutes with guns
Including the ones hiding in the building
So I thought the proper thing to do
Would be to returned her smile
Even though she had slightly increased
The opening of her lips
And I could fully see
The precious set of teeth
Like the ones Solomon describes in
His Song of Songs
Through the years I have seen her
At different places
And she looks better than ever

PARKING LOT


The school boys
Walk to the store
They look happy and healthy
I pray they stay that way
And I wonder if they are
Going to be like me
Retired before turning 40
Or if they’re a going to go a head
Make someone rich
Get a few marriages and some kids
Girlfriends on the payroll
New cars and new houses
And the never ending heart attacks
Then they walk out with
American Junk Food
In their hands and board their
University’s school bus
It looks brand new and ready
To take them where they
Want to go

DREAMY PASSENGERS


I lost a police cruiser
It was on multiple directions
At the same time
An indication of
Sudden death

The ocean was dirty
But the water warm
If the visitation comes
Under these conditions
I will follow it
But in the meantime
I’ll concentrate on the guy
Asking the questions

Is this your car?
Yes it is?
Are you sure?
I am positive
Where are you going?
I am going to Costco

The agent flashes a
Barack Obama smile
And signals me over
Into his country
Into my country
Into everybody’s country

Into the land of the free
The land of freedom
Freedom for immigrants
Dancing UFOS

Yes the land of milk and honey
Aspartame & Bisphenol
And the smell
Of brand new cars

My poor car
Yes my car
With all those dents
With all its microphones
With all those scratches
With them speakers
With all the Wires
The RF fields
Heartbreaking clones
Romantic Travelers
And brave microchips

COMES & GOES


Here comes the backhoe
She stops
And she’s fast
And she leaves
But she always
Comes back again

On the road
The samurai
Has its own trailer

Climbing up
The rocky road
The black bronco
Also has a trailer

The man of fatigue
Did a superb job
Because they come

The federal men
Selling juice
Subsidizing the
Electrification of vermin

They keep coming….

The decrepit oilmen
Selling trust
Selling hope
Selling whatever

The dump truck
Driving slowly
And looking
Towards the music

I also come
For no reason at all
Moving gravity
With an aftertaste
Of desire
Poking at cooked meat
With my fork
Opening the stomach
Of a quesadilla
And finding the truth
Has always been white

A melting certainty
Slippery like tequila

I exercise my taste buds
As I contemplate you

Your movements
The angles
Of your body
The continuity
Of your lips
The extension of your legs

Outside the heavy machinery
Keeps coming and going

Inside I
Rather be with you
Sitting next to you
As you try not to
Fall asleep

FATIGUES


Decoys are used
In hunting and
I wonder if the drill
On his hand is stolen
California construction
Is making a difference
And it comes
It arrives
I think they can’t
Resist the music
And they come closer
When they listen
To the melody
That comes forth
From the mouth
Of the toddler who
Rides a dirt bike

DILEMMA


How can
I do battle
Against your love
If you feed me
You give me drink
And you are
So beautiful

UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE


Breakfast is
Better with live music
Hypnotic tones
Mixed with
Coffee & sugar
Strawberry aftertaste
Broken plates are
Better than drums
Steam rises
From whole wheat
A guitar played
By innocent hands
Is healthier than protein