A POEM TO THE SD READER

Don’t take out
The poetry
It is the better
Part of you
San Diego
Needs poesy
That medicine
That helps keep
The balance
Of wellbeing
A border town
Without poetics
Becomes ill

Canción popular

Allá en la fuente había un chorrito se hacía grandote se hacía chiquito. Estaba de mal humor, pobre chorrito tenía calor.


MOVEMENT

The water
Becomes blue
The international constructers
Building the bridge
To the marketplace
Have finished
Their handiwork
And the angels
Keep flying
Making circles
Around the sun

PROXIMITY

There’s a giant ship
Coming to shore
From international oceans
It has many beds
For weary minds
It’s a hospital
An immaculate cathedral
Its antennas
Can not be stolen
Fortress of the sea
Protectorate of
Mistreated children
Those brave
Innocent captains
Working on
Emerald waters

THE MEXICAN CASE

A case full
Of friendship
A diplomatic case
A case that creates fellowship
Where there was none

A naturalized case
And organic gift
That heals the
Wounds of the people

A case that will
Illuminate the
Households that
Are in darkness

A case of an
Antenna & a radio
On the rooftop
Where families can transmit
Friendly messages

A case that will
Stop the morning coldness
Because it is insurance
For hardworking people

A case that will
Make Sundays
Sunny Days

A case that
Will create medicine

A case that will
Bring families together

A case that
Brings protection
From the elements

A case that
Can beat
The watch

A case necessary
For peace

DEOGRACIAS

Thank God!
There are
Still good people
Walking the
Straight líneA

MAYDAY

The day belongs to us
It doesn’t matter if it rains
The sun always exists
That floating sphere of fire
Vitamins for the universe
Warming the hearts
Of our people
Our prayers
Are being answered
We are the pilgrims
Of the world
The ultraviolet rays
Have given us
Flesh of bronze
They have purified us
We have gained
Hearts of gold
Our songs
Are not dead
The poetry of our lives
Is beating
In the eardrums
Of our adversaries

BAJA WIRELESS BOYCOTT

I paid you
For my antenna
Give it back
You are in Mexico
Don’t steal from
The people
That support you
Don’t come here
To take advantage
Of the poor
Be honest
Be fair

ANGELA JOY

A counterfeit
First name
Wingless so it can’t fly
With its
Blasphemous surname
Even Frankenstein
Has more soul

Angels speak Spanish
This aberration does not
It has witchcraft for gender

Even a cucaracha has
Its God given charisma
You are graceless

Angels don’t smoke dope
And you do

I speak to you
Piece of excrement
Get the fuck out
Of the land of the sun

Stop hurting the innocent
Sons and daughters
The people of
The eagle that devours
The snake

You are the serpent
And we are the children
Of the Eagle

We are in our homeland
You are and invader
And I will make you
Swallow dirt
With your lies
And I will sent you back
To your madhouse

Viva la raza!
A traitor has been found!

A CROSS

Across countries
And state—lines
With the border patrol
More serviceable
Than ever

They did not
Stopped nor
Searched us
Just chanted
Their canonical questions

Therefore I can go
Across the lines
Of your body
And the delineation
Of your intentions

And I can
Watch you
Open like
A flower

Across our
Uncertain future
And you can not
Detained me
Because I travel
With an engine
Of love
Running with
The hope of victory

Across your breastplate
There is no deflection
And it feels
Like God
Is touching
Your objectives

Across the interstates
Of profit
With visions
Of poverty

Across
The mountains
Of lies
And the smoke
From my cigarette
Tells me
I still want you
Like cancer

Across
The minds of millions
Who have claimed back
This American land
This our home

INTERNATIONAL
BORDERS IN A
FAST FOOD JOINT

As she drank
The milkshake
I remembered
Mark’s girlfriend
A Japanese student
Who liked
Her chocolate milkshakes
With French fries
She also liked me

When Mark went
Back home
To Switzerland
He told me his girlfriend
Wanted to see me again
But this never happened
I never liked college dorms anyway

My memory stopped
When it was my turn
To drink the cocoa ice-cream
Then I remembered how
Nicotine works wonderful
With sugar

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF BORDER

I slipped
On an ambush
Of cheap labor
Landed on
The stairs of manipulation
A concussion of retail
Constricted my soul
My dreams rest on
A loveless surface
My sinuses
Are invaded
With the pressure
Of hurricanes

A CHANGE OF BOUNDARIES
THE BORDER TRAVELS
WITH THE CLOUDS

Movement of wings
Against the blue
Eastern sky
A new flight
Motions of desire

My tongue is
Ready to pronounce
Wonderful words
My lips are set
To kiss
New miracles

Brand new fires
In my heart
Burn like
Newborn babies
Children of light
Of sunlight
Of a new beginning

My soul
Has become
A well of combustion
Hypnotized by the
Addiction of survival

ACROSS THE BORDER

Uncertainty
Flows out
From your kisses
Love is
A matter of endurance
I can see
The conclusion
Around the corner
Of this strange bed

SPEAKERS ON THE CEILING

“Customer by the name
Of Barbara
Your party is waiting
On register 2”

The words came

From above
Electronically
Not spiritually

I looked at
The front of the store
And did not see a party
At any of the
Cash registers

But I did remembered
My friend Barbara
Her revelry
Her playful wishes
On an
Indian summer
Around 9 PM
And it was
Not dark yet

I went back to work
Cleaning the shelves
Then I saw an avocado
And I looked like
The world

AWARENESS

I believe
With all my heart
That your love
Is sweeter
Than the honey
In your
Melodic hands
Sometimes Nirvana
Can be achieved
With a leap of faith

GHOST

Love affairs
Always have borders
Limitations of circumstance
Landmarks of selfishness
I can see

A barricade
In your heart
Larger than
The Berlin Wall
I will make it fall
It will become dust
A pulverized idol

Borders are
Like cheap hotel rooms
When those divisions vanish
A home will appear
Love will not be cheap anymore
Humanity will become sacred
Once again

The incisions
On the land
The stabbing of
The sand
The corrosion
In the waters
The dichotomy
In the hearts
Of children
Will heal better
Than the memory
Of a scar

The border has
A broken neck
Multiple fractures
On its spinal chord
The border is dead
All we see
Is a ghost
A malicious apparition

FLIGHT

The osprey
Prepare to levitate
They don’t need
To wait in line
To be sniffed
By drug addicted dogs
To be x—rayed
Stripped searched
They don’t depend
On gasoline
Their wings
Are better than
Border crossing cards

BORDER PILGRIMS

A place
Of death
Becoming
A river of existence
A draft of
Human beings
Looking for the
Promise land

METAMORPHOSIS

The border line
Is a giant
Caterpillar
It moves
With the faces
Of the world
I am waiting
For it
To become
A butterfly

MEMORY

An old poem
Longing to be held
The only
Thing that
Comes to my mind