LOVE IN MOTION

With love
The heavens
And the earth
Were created

By love
They will
Be destroyed

With love
The creatures
Experience ecstasies

By love
Punishment ignite
Illuminations

With love
Hearts are created

By love
Hearts crack
Like the windshields
Of used cars

With love
I entered
Into you

By love
I pulled out

BIRTHDAY

The children
Sing happy birthday

In Spanish
It sounds better
Because the tune
Tells about a song
That king David
Used to sing
Early in the morning

All of them precious
Marvelous creations
Of God

The all say
“Happy birthday sir”
And I feel like
Calling them
Sons & daughters

Then the beautiful lady
With deep
Brown eyes
And profound
Black hair

Places a chocolate
Birthday cake
On my table

I think of her
And make my wish
Before extinguishing
The candle

She reaches over
And embraces me

She irradiates warmth
That travels
Straight to my heart

QUESTIONS

“Are you married?”
She looked at me
without making a sound,
then she moved her face
in a positive gesture.

She was smiling…
but it did not seemed
To be a happy smile.

“Happily married?”
I pressed.

She once again repeated
the same motions,
but this time
the smile looked
more like a frown.

“And you?”
She asked.

“No, I am not, well I am separated”
I looked at the children
and concluded my answer
“Yes, I am… very happy”

CYNTHYA

She was
My first editor
She was friends
With Blanca

And there was
This international contest
Between schools
From both sides
Of the border

All kinds of
Cool projects
Technological
And artistic
Were submitted

I only felt
Comfortable writing
So I wrote a poem
About the beach

I guess in retrospect
It was an eco-poem

About people…

People swimming
In shit

And I gave
Cynthia the
Rough draft
And she made it
Make sense

She corrected
All the typos
And the errors
And tried to
Make it
Mistake-free

But we all now
Every poem
Is a mistake

Because a good poem
Is a good mistake

A big poem
Is a big mistake

Little poems
(My favorite)
Are little mistakes

Just like normalcy
Is fallacy
The truth
Is a mistake
To those in the
Unnatural world

We submitted
The poem
And it did not
Win 1st place
Nor 2nd
Nor 3rd

It got
A honorary
Mention award

I remember
My father
Being very proud

So much
That he bought me
My first pair of
Cowboy boots

BLANCA


When I was on 8th grade
I decided to translate
The lyrics from
Foreigner’s
Hot Blooded song
Into Spanish

Class was boring
I think this
Is the first document
That I ever translated

I could only remembered
The chorus
So that’s what
I wrote down
On my school notebook
With my red pen

I identified
With the singer
When he would
Make reference
To having a fever
Of 103

Because I used
To get constant fevers

I think I translated
That part like this

“ I have a fever
Of 100 degrees”

It seems like
It was yesterday

Blanca
The prettiest
Girl in class
Who was sitting
Next to me
Asked to see
What I was writing

To this day
I don’t know
What she
Thought of it
Because she
Just looked
At me
And smiled

She was
So beautiful
And I knew
Her beautiful face
Her beautiful smile
Her beautiful presence
Was a gesture
Of approval

Later on
I wrote poems
For her
Which were
Lost forever

I also wrote
A song for her

I lost the piece
Of paper
That it was
Written on

But I know it
By heart

CASI NADA

La ilusión del amor
Es tan poderosa
Como la televisión

Me como
Un cono
Como un astrónomo

La luna
Esta bajo
La influencia
Del Serafín

Romano
Como Roman
Cerebro eléctrico

Que no hace nada
Como los patos
Porque no rima
Con la electricidad

El Papa
Charla con
El papá

Un tren
Entrena
A un electricista

Correo cerrero
Que dominas
A los cerrajeros

Link de Slavonia
Un tigre se come
A Tigris

El jinete
En la playa
Con caballo
De Albania

Y los niños
Son los mejores
Para diagnosticar
La locura

SYMBOL

The afternoon’s ocean
Soothing like
Fine medicine

The steps are wonderful
Because I can feel
The softness
Of the planet

Earth becomes
A pillow

I am resting
On the breasts
Of mother earth

And the girl
That girl

Says hello
Without words
Without sounds

She just sticks
Her tongue out
And curls it
With the reflection
Of the sunset

The tongue!

The language
Of children
And clowns
Of lovers
And dogs

Ramification
Of communications

Many tongues
Many nations

Babel on my beach
And she
Makes me smile

FUNNY MIGRA


“You again?”

“Is good to see you
I was beginning to worry about you”

“Ok then… open the trunk”

“Ok”

“What are these?”

“Binoculars”

“What do you need them for”

“To see”

“To see what?”

“Well… I like to go to the beach”

“Hell… I don’t need no binoculars to look at ladies”

“Do you believe in mermaids?”

“What?”

“It’s kind of hard to explain”

“Oh… you have a first aid kit… something good to have if your driving”

“Aha”

“What are these? Condoms?”

“Those are for emergencies too… you know….
It‘s better to have them and not them
Than to need them and not have them”

“You must have been a boy scout”

“What can I say?”

FUNNY MIGRA


“You again?”

“Is good to see you
I was beginning to worry about you”

“Ok then… open the trunk”

“Ok”

“What are these?”

“Binoculars”

“What do you need them for”

“To see”

“To see what?”

“Well… I like to go to the beach”

“Hell… I don’t need no binoculars to look at ladies”

“Do you believe in mermaids?”

“What?”

“It’s kind of hard to explain”

“Oh… you have a first aid kit… something good to have if your driving”

“Aha”

“What are these? Condoms?”

“Those are for emergencies too… you know….
It‘s better to have them and not them
Than to need them and not have them”

“You must have been a boy scout”

“What can I say?”

INSPECTIONS

The woman was not
A supermodel
But she was decent

“What do you have in your bags?”
“Dirty laundry”
“Open them”
“Do you want to see my sperm-stained underwear?”
“What happened?”

“Sometimes while practicing coitus interruptus
(Because there are some who insist on this kind of madness)
You grab the thing closest to you for clean up-detail
And that’s usually underwear on

The floor
The bed
The seat
The table
The sand
The mulch
The stairs
The elevator
The roof
The cubicle
Or the green grass

“I don’t want to talk to you”
“Okay”
“But we can meet for coffee and talk about this”

I thought about what she said
And for a moment
I looked at her
And her eyes were shinning
I saw myself copulating to death
With this middle-age woman
And how absurd that would be
The ritual of wasting time
The feeling of meaninglessness
That comes with loss of energy
And the vulnerability of risk

“No thank you…. forget I ever
Mentioned anything”

She just looked at me
And kept silent

PAIN IS A BORDER


I never thought I would see
A ku klux klan migra prostrate
Before my Japanese car

Prostrations are the same
All over the world

I submit and it hurts
But it supposed to hurt

Pain is a border

A borderline of gifts
For those who
Fall asleep on
Invisible congregations

Sleeping
Waiting to be awaken
By His word

Sleeping
But listening
Always listening
For the instructions
Of the Son of
The Man

Sleeping
While they
Defame you
And you pretend
You are not listening

Sleeping
Not waiting
To be kissed
Or to be fucked
Because you are
Too tired anyways
And that’s why
You are sleeping

Sleeping
With you eyes open
When beauty is present

Sleeping
With your eyes closed
When folly
Is around you

Sleeping
Always pretending
To rest
But you know
Only the end
Gives true rest

Sleeping
As you win

Sleeping
As you lose

Sleeping
Together wanting
To ignite some-meaning
Left & forgotten
Present but hidden

Sleeping
On a rocky road
A dusty path
Right there
On the footprints
Of the poor

MORNING AGAPE

The missile
Lands on
A pitch roof
It deflects

MIGRA MORAN


“What are the antennas for?”
“Radios”
“What do you used the radios for?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know”
“What are they for!”
“Communications”
“Communications?”
“Yes, don’t you have a radio?”
“No”
“They don’t issue you radios?”
“Yes, they do, but I don’t use them”
“Why?”
“Because you will listen to me”
“That only happens in the movies man”
“Open the trunk“
“Okay”
“What kind of work do you do?”
“Sales”
“Show me your wallet”
“Okay”
“Take the money out of it, I don’t want to take your cash”
“I understand…. interest free loans are hard to beat”
“Is that your boy?”
(He asked as he looked at the picture)
“Yes, one of them”
“One of them?”
“Aha”
“How many wives do you have?”
“Sorry I can’t answer that, I don’t want to incriminate myself”
“I understand”
“No man, I am joking, I have one wife; what about you? do you have kids?”
“Yes”
“Are you married?”
“No”
“Divorced”
“Yes”
“I am getting divorced too”
“So, you sell radios?”
“Yes, HF”
“HF?”
“Yes, you guys use VHF & UHF, you know… local communications. HF is worldwide.
“Okay, wait here… I will hurry up”
“Thank you”

LIES

At the
Dinning table
As I steer the
Seafood in
My bowl

The red can
Tells me
To lift
You up

That you
Are a classic

That you
Are good

That you
Are flavorful!

But as a placed
My lips
On the metal
It feels frigid

5 O’CLOCK

I walked
Pass her
Such a beautiful
Young girl
With red hair
And fair skin
I remembered
My daughters

MIGRA VALDEZ


“What happened?”
“I don’t know”
“5 happened”
“I think so… I lost count”
“You ran out of fingers?”
“Aha”
“And toes?”

“Yes
But I think
I’ll borrow some
From la Migra
Migra Issued
They won’t
Be missed”

I could not believe
I was speaking
To the ghost
Of a cursed ship

I wondered if
He had a good
Sense of humor
Like this goofy
Looking agent

Oil is shinny
It shines
Like confusion
It shines
Like your eyes
2 oil wells…
Burning

M IGRA AIREY

“What problems did you had?”

Problems….
I think you need more bathrooms
I would rather see you serving coffee
Fine coffee to international travelers

You could be
The official barrista for the Migra
And you could forget
About checking silly id’s
And carrying outdated pistols

I am not asking for good liquor

(Even though that might not be a bad idea
At some monasteries they offer a shot of booze
As a welcome gesture)

But coffee is as good
As any fine drink

I imagine you
A grandpa figure
Serving a hot cup
-No cream nor sugar-
To me your prodigal customer
Straitening our business relationship…

Think about it….
It’s win-win situation
-After all you’re the one
Who made emphasis
On how you were going to make sure
I was sent your way each day…

At first I thought you
Were one those
Senior homosexuals
But now that I think about it
It might had been something else

Like the way the wind
Was blowing that day

Ah the things some people will do
With the change of the weather

The most important thing
In all of your folly
Is to make sure
To always have fresh flowers
Strategically located
Around your working space…

This is not only good
For aesthetics…
It is also good for the soul

OFF BEAT BEAUTY

Are you reality
A beautiful hologram
Or just an image
On a million
TV screens

On both sides
Of the border

A signal
On the sky
A prophetic flight

Symmetrical medicine
For the ugliness
Of the world

DIGITAL EMPERATRIX

To the most beautiful and digital apparition....

Producer of divinities
Deity incarnated
Axiom of love
Matrix of hope
Womb of miracles

Mother of many visions
Entity of ethereal youth
Fountain of health
My secret weapon

Lips of resurrection
Body of brilliance
Nuclear smile
Black hair of truth

And your eyes
My dear
Your eyes
Hold the secrets
Of many fires
Ignition of riddles
Mediterranean flash-points

Aesthetic force
Presence of light
Semblance
In my soul

A POEM FOR SOLDIERS

How I

Admire thee
You get to work
With all those
Beautiful toys
And I…
I have

To drink
A lot

Of coffee
Just to make it
Through the night