PASSTIME


I love taking
Poppy seeds
Off my bagels

A habit
A picked up
From a cleaning job

Even if
I am not hungry

It is entertainment
Of the healthiest kind

Manual work
It keeps
The devil away

Cleaning bread….

Sometimes those seeds
Stick like crazy glue

A fork
Is not enough
Only the tip
Of a sharp knife
Can pop off
Those tiny dots

Motherboard
Of wheat

Modification
Of flavor

IMAGE


7 seas are not
Only good for
For excessive drink

It is also
Good medicine
For the common cold

500 feet
Of dragon rope
Shipped to
Devils Lake

But I know
Your lips
Are an elixir
Waiting for
The next
Border warming

Waiting for the
Next dimension

How I wish
To love you
Until the
The morning sun
Becomes a blue moon

To kiss you
Until we can’t
Distinguish stars
Form planets

Satellites
From UFO´s

Yes
I am thinking of you
Princess of
The southern portals
Gatekeeper of passion
Keeper of
My soul

YOU FACINATE ME MORE
IN YOUR HUMAN NATURE


Many times
I have thought
Going after you

After all
You are beautiful

But love is something
You can’t force

Love has energy
Of its own

And if it is your turn
For the
Emotional summer
You can’t help but
Let the season
Run through your veins

Let it
Jolt your spirit

No need
For narco-aid

God has
His own way
Of shaking your
Materialistic reality

So it is best to let
The stars
The moon
And the satellites

(Natural or
Created by
Human beings)

Do their work
With their influence
In the game
Of existence

Because the heart
Is also an antenna

A receptor
Of fire

Sometimes freak-hopping
Is unavoidable
Collateral damage
Of the mind
A security effect
Meant to protect children

A firewall
Like the one
Placed in the
Garden of Eden

TRAFFIC


I saw you today
You looked beautiful
As always

How time disappears
Like capricious moments

I never thought
I would see you again
What a pleasant surprise

I also thought
I saw you
On my computer monitor
Yes
She looked exactly
Like you

Or you
Looked exactly
Like her

I would have
Never thought that
You would end up
Making commercials
For American Express

But then again
I always liked
Your style

I have to admit
That once
You made me blush
When the tall
Cute blond girl
Gave me a too
Close for comfort demo

You spoke
Into the mike
Of your cell phone
Commenting the
Live development

You looked
So corporate
Back then

Of the many
Pretty girls
You are the
Only one
That remains

There’s so many
Attractive girls
But most
Come & go

Only you
Have endured
Through the years
I am impressed

I have to admit
That more than once
I almost
Didn’t make it

I like the way
You smile
When you drive
It makes
For good traffic

SPECIAL YOU


A CBP agent
Walked my car towards
Secondary inspection

God bless his heart
He’s was just doing
His job

How I wished
It was you
Taking me
Prisoner

Our hands
Handcuffed
To each other

I would toss
The key
To the ocean blue
Blue like your eyes

Blue like you
The most beautiful
Of the
Winged agents

There are non
Like you

You
Woman—goddess

You are
What makes
An international border
Lovely & aesthetic

CBP AGENT MATKIN


I know
I am just
A Mexican

But it doesn’t
Look good
When a
United States Agent
Spits at
A third world
Traveler

There’s no need
To threaten me

Detaining
My car
In your
Government lot
Is not the best thing
To do

The last government
That confiscated my car
Was overthrown

So please
Relax

I want to think
That it was
A mistake
From you part

Saliva is good
For healing
Your own wounds

WITHOUT JET FUEL


I wanted
To be with you
But the gatekeepers
Of the south portal
Would not let me go

I don’t understand them
Now they are much nicer
But they seemed spooked

Even though they
Have pistols and
I only have a pen

Back when they
Liked to act daring
It would seemed
They wore
Government—issued
Insolence
While under stress
It’s good to think
Good thoughts

So I thought
Of you
Levitating above
The clouds

Magnificent wonder
Of the sky

Celestial symbol
Of beauty

The agents
Inspected my
Beat up car

They double checked
My identity

I don’t know
Why they don’t
Believe me

I love you
Because you
Can fly
Without jet fuel

I thought of you
On the other side
Of the clouds
Closer to
The sun

PICTURE


My princess
It flatters me
To know
You have
My photograph

If you wish
In the very
Near future

You may have
My face
My lips
My heart

AFTER SUNSET


I could not
See you
But I knew
You were there

I could
Feel the warmth
Of your beauty

Flying with
The shadows
Of my day

RADIANCE
OVER THE COUNTER


Up close
And personal
You are more
Beautiful than ever

Oh clever
Snow White!

You incite
The ambers
Of splendor
When you smile

Your presence
Is a revolution
Of wonder

Brilliant
Apparition
Of the sky

Radius
Of
Love

As you
Walked away
Towards the door
I realized
That God
Doesn’t make mistakes

COMOUFLAGE WOMAN


Your shirt says
ICE
But you are
Hot woman

Your uniform
Was about
To ignite

Because it was
Touching your
Celestial body

I don’t think
You belong
Over there
With them

You turn me on
You make me

Feel good
You set me
On fire

Why don’t you
Come over here
To my side
It will be
Like home

A POEM FOR A HIPPOPOTAMUS


When such
A large animal
Goes mad in a circus

Threatening
Beautiful children
It’s time to
Take it out

Put it outside
The tent

A hippo runs
And trips
Breaks its neck
With its own weight

A hippo
Could feed
A large family

A hippo
Is a mass
Of red meat

Carne asada
Del Africa

Insane mammals
Are better

When they’re
Put away

A hippo
Sits down
When it’s taken

It stares
At the horizon

Before falling asleep

AGENT CARRERA


You look
Like my
Childhood friend

The one I met at
Sunday school

La Buena Carrera
Like the Saint
Used to call it

A reminder:

It was stolen
Not lost

Carrera
In case you
Find yourself
In the race
Of your life
Be strong

Because sometimes
A river of excrement
Can bring
New life

Aromatic
And beautiful
Things could appear

2 TJ PIGS
ON FIRE
07—075
07—068



Thank you
For showing me
Your motorcycles
They are pretty

I did noticed
When you mentioned
The model
07’s
Brand new
Good for you

But numbers are
Sometimes confusing

To help you
I need your
GOD
Given names

Removing
Your nametags
Is useless
HE
Can see
Everything

I
Am sorry
I couldn’t give you
Any money

I didn’t have
Any silver
I didn’t have
Any gold
But what I
Do have
That I
Will bestow

AGENT ABTS


That was
Not fast
People like you
Make me
Go fast

AGENT GRUDA


Gruda
You said
“Every day bro”

Very good
I’ll adopt you
As my kid brother

Gruda

You are beginning
To feel like home

Gruda
Tienes cara
De Cruda

Yesterday
I had menundo
For lunch

Today I had it
For breakfast

Gruda
The white
Plastic bag
Your were holding
The one
With containers inside
Has the perfect vessels
For lunch

MIGRA AGENTS ON
THE DANCE FLOOR



The beautiful semblance of Diaz
Disappeared when her computer
Began to beep
The sweet voice instructing
“You can sign it when you get home”
Was juxtaposed with a serious look
As she wrote in the hunter orange slip
She looked disappointed
This was a sentimental paradox

The dance floor
Looks like a
Drive in

Hearvey
He looks like
He has a great
Guitar player inside

Cinson
Sent me away
She didn’t want me
Near her

But Mendoza
Sent me back to her

Then she apologized
She said she was sorry

Guerrero feels like family
Even though he went for the shakedown
He only found pesos in my wallet
He said those were no good
He promptly gave my billfold back
Perhaps Euros
Will make a better impression

The couple with the ICE
On their shirts
Looked like PK’s
I wanted to talk to them
But Guerrero did not think
It was a good idea
Perhaps soon
We can have
A HOT cup of coffee together

When they opened
The trunk of the gray compact car
A lot people
Were pulled out

Sardines look
More comfortable
In their cans

The migras laughed
At them
But I don’t think
Near death experiences
Are something to laugh about

I wondered if this hit
Has anything to do with
The noisy
Mexican White Commandoes

CBP AGENTS
MAYO & GRUDA



Mayo
I contain
Sensitive electronics
For best performance
Don’t bend me
Perforate me or
Expose me to
Extreme temperatures

Gruda
Should I tell you
That I am not
A criminal?

I am sorry
I didn’t laughed
At your comments

I do like
Your sense of humor

After all
I did smile
For you

Sure I can take it
I hope
You can take
1 metaphor
1 rhyme and
1 poem

QUINTANA
ANOTHER TIJUANA COP


You are a real good
Policeman

Thank you
For being concerned
About my health

I will
Never forget you

I like the way
You ask questions
You have the approach
Of a medic

Quintana
We could use
Someone like you

Quintana
I like your determination

Quintana
I like your considerations

Quintana
I like your discretion

Quintana
I like your judgment
You are a wise cop

You followed
The California
Warning system

You will make
A good Poncherello

Quintana
People like you
Deserve to be
Put to work

Protecting the children
Of the growing Family

Quintana
Sometimes
I try not to see red
I will drive slowly
In the mornings
And look for you
I promise

A POEM FOR MEXICAN CUSTOMS


Don’t get excited
About the icons
In my trunk

The samsonite
Is not their permanent
Dwelling place

Yes
They are valuable

Yes
I know you wanted
To know
The dollar amount

Yes
They are truly
For protection

Yes
They help me
Fight off
The devil

Evil spirits
Make things cold

The spirits
Of God
Are like
Burning fire

Yes
I knew you were
A believer

As you touched
My icons
Perspiration drops
Appeared in
You forehead