AFTERNOON

From the sky
You will see
The water
You will see me
Walking on the sand
Thinking of you

CBP AGENT GARCIA
ENCOUNTER OF
THE 2ND KIND


“You are here again”
“Yes, again agent Garcia”
“You know the rules right?”
“What rules agent Garcia?”
“You are here all the time
You probably know them better
Than I”

Garcia
I know the rules
Of love

Garcia
If you want
I can teach you

Garcia
Everything with you
Is a mystery

Garcia
I was flattered
Because this time
You approach me
And spoke to me

Garcia
You are
A good-looking
Woman

Garcia
I can read
Your facial codes

Garcia
You have
Sex appeal

Garcia
I think we are
Making progress

CBP WANTS MY PICTURE

“If you can’t give information
So I can clear you
Maybe you should change
Your name”
“Change my name?”
“Aha”
“I like my name”
“It’s a popular name that’s why
You should change it”
“I like being popular”

But the agent with
The Cuban accent
Wanted to finger print me

“What happens If I refuse?”
I asked
“If you refuse fingerprinting?”
“Yes”
“Then you will be place into
Custody and we will use
Forced fingerprinting”

I didn’t feel like
Being shot
So early in the morning
So I walked with him

“We are also going
To take your picture”
“Do you also want my autograph?”
He did not reply
“Take off your glasses”
I took off my glasses
“Did you use to have a beard?”
“Yes”
“How long?”
“Not as long a Fidel Castro”
“But it was this long”
I made gesture with my hands
To show them how long
My beard used to be
Then he took the picture

CBP ALVAREZ

Alvarez
I can tell you
She has the voice
Of an angel

Alvarez
Even though she’s new
She might conquer the world

Alvarez
I am impress
You know your
Drivers license
By heart

Alvarez
If I was you
I wouldn’t flaunt
That fact

Alvarez
I like your
Sense of humor

Alvarez
I wanted Balestreri
To look me up
She’s pretty
You are not

NEXT TO THE OCEAN


Arbor is
My favorite level

Arbor is my friend
It purifies the skies

White arbor
Made of icicles

Beautiful arbor
Of the northern heavens

Sun & arbor
Tireless comrades
In good & evil

I saw him riding
In the back of
A police truck
And I wanted to help

Set him free?
Free from what?

It made sense
When he said
Arabs are millionaires
With beards

Stop by the house
He uttered
The metal on his wrist
Was not silver
And it looked like
An uncomfortable bracelet

2 autochthonous humans
Kept him good company
They were silent & watchful
With a peaceful presence

They also had
Metal on theirs wrists

He was in good hands….

For a moment
I thought about trading places
With one of them

For a moment
I thought about nothing

Then I look towards the skies
And thought about you

BORDER CROSS


The cross
Is all over the world
It was distributed
Amongst those who believe

The fragments of the cross
Are on the American Continent
On American Soil

The cross was broken
And given to many
For the explosion
Of the faith

The cross
With God’s DNA

The cross crosses
The border everyday
Those who find it
Must have it
Grab it
Hold it
Press it
Seize it

And keep it in a secret place
Free from harm so
Hide it

Because there’s no time to:
Show it
Display it
Photograph it
Bluff it
Clone it
Love it
UFO it
Market it
Sell it
Lease it
Finance it

It is a relic
An example
Of what happens
In the deadly game
Of politics

The cross
Is a reminder
Of Death
And of a new
And very
Otherworldly life

To those who believe
In a planet
Without borders

I will
HOLD on
To the cross
When I suffer

I will
Hold on
To the cross
When I become mad

I will
Hold on
To the cross
On the battlefield

I will
Hold on
To the cross
When all the fighting
Looks like the sweetest fantasy

Before those I love
Start dying
I will shield everybody
With the Cross

BORDER TOLLGATES


Young & beautiful
2 in a row
Girls with pistols
What’s next?
Bikini girls & machine guns?

How things can change
So fast like
The blinking
Of a dying fish eye

Migra Airey appeared next to me
At the infamous Migra Motel
Uttering like a broken record

“You went to far”
“What?”
“You went to far”
“I don’t think so, this is only San Ysidro”
“You went to far”
“What do you mean?”
“You went to far”
“Can’t you say something else?”
“What’s your problem?”
“My problem?”
“Yes, what’s your problem?”
“I have a problem?”
“You don’t remember?”
“Remember?”
“You don’t remember”
“Remember what?”
“You can go now”
“See you soon”

Agent Airey walked away
And he looked like a butterfly
And I drove towards their back-gate
Feeling like a backdoor man
And I did not see the guy
With the reloading supplies
And someone else took my
Hunter-orange slip
Somebody else wished me a farewell

CROSSING THE HUMAN RIVER


How nice to see you
The morning after San Valentines
At the San Ysidro Motel
Or is it a rest stop
A Motor Inn
A Secondary Inspection

You looked as beautiful
As the last time
A little tense
Holding steadfastly
To your pen
Prettier than any
Of the princesses
In the millions
Of fairytales

The morning after
We tried to workout
The meaning of love
Does love=work?
Energy is love always
Love is the reason
The planet moves
Erratically but valiantly

Love must be friendship
Another one said:
You should have brought us
Coffee & donuts

Is he in the
Not so
Secret Police?

Friendship & rivalry
Like the Anglo-Saxon metaphor
Of tough love

Forget about sugar!
But I give him credit
For the coffee request

If I take him along
There’s always the risk
Of addiction
To spicy food
Spicy women

Then he would be asking
For cold beer
Not necessarily better
Just different
Different enough to survive

I find military prophets
Enjoy fine liquor
I like tequila but
The risk never disappears

A tough lover knows how to hit
The inner most sensitive parts
Of the heart
The cerebrum is okay
The heart is always
The best

CBP AGENT GARCIA


Garcia
You are a feisty girl
I wanted to invite you
To sit next to me

I am nice
I am gentle
I don’t get mad easily
And I won’t pull your hair

Garcia
Would you like
To switch your
Blue shirt
For a green one?

You told me
Not to use cell-phones
And I told you
I don’t have one

I don’t want to talk to you!
Was you reply

Look north!
You said
But you stayed
South of me

Garcia
You look so sexy
When you are angry

Garcia
Are you the evil
Hologram of
My dear friend?

Garcia
A genetic copy
Of privilege?

Garcia
Thank you
For the cloning
Of remembrance

Garcia
You are a
Fountain of memories

I like the way
You were looking
As you searched my
Old car

I glanced at you
And for a moment
You smiled & blushed
I also had
Pleasant thoughts

THE THINGS I HAVE
TO DO FOR YOU



“Do you know what happens
If you don’t stop at Secondary Inspection?”
“What do you mean?”
“If you keep going north”
“You get shot?”
“It’s not a good idea”
“I figured that much”

The man by the window
Was wearing a white shirt
A badge hanged from his neck
And he held white binoculars
Next to his face

It be better for him if he was
Holding a crucifix on his hand

This is where the world
Becomes a giant drum
And the helicopters
Make it vibrate
The purring in the sky
Makes a good drummer

This is when you listen
To the radio
And realize you can
Write better songs
The musical of the
Hunter-orange slip
With nobody at the gate
The heavens gate
Your exit gate

The jar lady
Now walks
A black lab
But I don’t see
The pretty blond
Beauty on a daily basis
Is to good to be true

All I have to say is:
Arigato

MIGRA 101


The new Roswell
Is in San Ysidro

It is also the
New Stock Market
The genuine Wall Street
Everything here is on the line

Trading of souls
Implants of the mind
Sun tanning of the brain

How apocalyptic!

Government backed mysticism
For the highest bidder
Manufacture of success
Modified subjects

Miraculous combinations
Proudly made in America

I have to admit
It was thrilling
To see her again
Walking her dog
K9 looked happier
And she looked as beautiful
As the last time

But a middle age woman
Paraded with a crystal jar
On her hand
Inside there was
Brown paper
Folded paper
Recycled paper

She looked happy
With her acquisition

And all those
Blue uniformed assets
Nervous & tense
With the approaching of
The verdant light

It is normal to be afraid
When seeing green
But is better to be
Friends with God

BORDER TABLE


I am believer
I believe in everything

What a beautiful miracle
Inside a government uniform
What a beautiful wonder
Such a tender face
Blue stars in her eyes

I think she would look
Her best
Next to a statesman
A president
A poet?

“What are you waiting for?”
“I‘m a...”
“You can go now”
“Okay”

That was Martin
Tall and skinny girl
Looks ready for the Olympiads
Lots of energy…
Very good

“You’re the one that keeps track of time?”
“Aha”
“You have to do what you have to do”
I had no idea of what she was talking about
I just nodded

INSPECTIONS

The old migra said:
“We’re going start charging you rent”
But that’s okay because
Sometimes tenants say crazy things.

Some of them are quite nice
Like the lady this morning
She was polite, wholesome, friendly.
I bet she likes to laugh.

She said:
“I don’t understand, the other day your name
Didn’t come up in the computer,
And today it does”

Life is better if we
Leave the mysteries alone
And I like treacherous hotels
Because they’re intriguing

“Do you have money?”
“Why, do you need a loan?”
“Do you have money to declare?”
“No”
“Do you get sent here everyday?”
“Does it bother you?”

He kept his silence and I felt bad
Because there was a Tigres del Norte
Song on the radio that I wanted to listen to
But I don’t think la migra likes them
So I turned off the radio
And I let him do his work

Making love has always been a metaphor
When writing poems
1 often uses metaphors
I wonder is she was upset
I really wanted to get closer to her
There’s something attractive about her
Perhaps I like the way she does
The lotus position

I kiss her once
And she kissed me back
It was a formal kiss
My heart jolted
Her pupils radiated

The pretty american poet
Gave me a poem
About her pubic hair
And then she gave me kiss
I looked towards my left
And her girlfriend looked
Extremely jealous

When el migra
Was finishing
His revision
A janitor walked by
And she looked
Like my first
Mother-in-law

FORWARD


Love can be induced
Love can move
The ionosphere

Love is
A burning blue flame
Love is you

Radiated smile

Sometimes
Love can be produced

Love and sentimentalism
Are difficult to differentiate
Clichés and love
Camouflage heavily
With each other

Love can be a conspiracy
The forgetfulness of love
Is the deadliest weapon

Love undercover(s)
Can be sinister

I think love
Can be known
Love can be understood
I believe you can taste love
But only for brief ethereal moments
It takes a lot of effort
To get there
Because love is energy

Love is the power
Of persuasion
Missile of goodness

Love is treacherous
Like a French school of thought

Love & disease
Like war & peace
What a combination!

MY MUSE

Is it cold
In the sky

I love you
Because I
Can see
The sky
In your eyes

You are
More beautiful
Without makeup

You remain
In control
Of my heart

Your beauty will stay
With my soul perpetually

I am in love
With your existence

At first I thought
My feelings for you
Were a estrange whim

I remember your voice
I remember your smile
I remember you
The most beautiful
Woman on earth

Your image
Is tattooed
In the eye
Of my soul

I don’t know why
This is happening
I don’t mind
I confess
I like it
I like you being
My muse

1+3=4


The hispanic migra
With white hair
Liked my antenna
He grabbed it and stroked it
Banged it a little bit
A couple of times
What a sick fuck

I wish Huaman had
Stick around a little bit longer
She seemed like
A nice lady
She volunteered to walk with me
And we had a nice chat
About ethnicity and family
I guess she’s not married

An alien with grey hair
Also stopped by
He looked at the antenna
Then he looked at me
And I looked at him
Marciano vs. Marciano
Then he continued on his way

He was wearing a blue coat
And a swarm of
Migra agents were
Escorting him
His escorts looked at me
With stupefied faces

He must be from
A faraway planet
But nonetheless
An alien
Like me

SPY

I see someone
Glancing at me
From inside
A white truck
As I carefully approach
The Chevrolet
I find a
Golden retriever

LA TAZA DE DE CAFÉ


Una taza de café
es como un amplificador
para el alma

Amplitud
De mañana

Una taza de café
por la noche
es amplificación
de deseos

Potencia sin filtros
ritmos explosivos
en la cama

En el amor
no existe
la frecuencia modulada

Pero sí
la amplitud de tus piernas
las frecuencias de tus senos

¡Oh anima de ADN!
Programación de
Adán y Eva

Siempre regresamos
a los códigos
que Dios grabó
en nuestros órganos

Miembros tatuados
por tradiciones
de ángeles

Lo que el diablo
se robó
se recupera

Misterios
que se esconden
en el aroma

YO TAMBIÉN TENGO UN SUEÑO


“Did you do something before?”
“Hugh?”
“Did you do something before?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you get got?”
“Get got?”
“Yes, get got before you were a citizen?”
“Before I was a citizen?”
“Did you get got doing something wrong?”
“No”

I haven’t done anything wrong
But I have thought beautiful thoughts
I had beautiful dreams
I have created sweet thoughts

¡Yo también tengo un sueño!

A dream of a borderless crossing
A dream without metal fences
Without ridiculous walls

A dream similar to our German friends
They took down their wall
Berlin became one

The Palestinians
And the Egyptians
Also took care
Of their border
And they went shopping

AFRAID TO PET MY TIGER


Tijuana police think people are afraid of them
Because of their reputation for kidnapping

Tijuana police are afraid
Like everybody else

Afraid like the homeland security

Agents at the border
Afraid like the soldiers on the front lines
Afraid like the housewife with a Beat husband
Afraid like the patient

Who has been given a positive aids test
Afraid like the locking jaws of a pit-bull
Afraid like the keepers of the bomb
Afraid like the senator who boards the airplane
Afraid like folks walking on the beach
Afraid like Wall Street stockbrokers
Afraid like a jet pilot

Who knows he’s on his last flight
Afraid like the senator who is on that flight
Afraid like me just before kissing you
Afraid like the family of the senator
Afraid like me when I am kissing you
Afraid like me when I ejaculate inside of you

Afraid even though we sang ‘no fear’
Clenching our instruments
As the innocent moved on the dance floor
Oblivious to our reality

Afraid like the installer
Afraid to go to Mexico
To eat carne asada

Afraid of the Cross
Afraid to have the Cross as
Your surname because you are protestant

Afraid to speak Spanish
Afraid to speak English
Afraid to speak
Afraid to hold your peace

Always afraid to love
Afraid to hold
Afraid to embrace
Afraid to hit
Afraid to take you down
Afraid to lift you up
Afraid to cry
Afraid to laugh

Afraid to carry
My 45
Afraid not
To carry it
Afraid not be afraid
Afraid to be afraid
Afraid of those who are afraid
Afraid if those who are not afraid
Afraid of ricochet
As I shoot
My cuerno de chivo

I am afraid
She said to me
On the telephone
I am afraid too
I replied
I am afraid
She wrote
On the computer screen
I am afraid too
I wrote back

Afraid…
Afraid…
Afraid…