INVISION

Invasion
In a helicopter

With a tree
For a rotor

A sunflower
For a tail

With a flag
Crammed with
Superstars

Snowed mountains
On its body

The ladder
Caressed by
The wind

Crew
With tempered
Faces

FATHER’S DAY

My firstborn
Fell asleep
Next to me

I slept too

I woke up
As he was trying
To choke me
With both his hands

His eyes closed
His face wincing

Wake up!
I told him

Was the matter
With you?

I was dreaming
He said
That a dog
Was trying to bite me
And it wanted
To throw me
Into the sewer

How proud I was!

He’s a good kid
He has strong hands
And he’s just 8

PERSITANCE


How they manipulate you
Blue tooth and all
And you let them
And you suffer
And I keep loving you
And your pain intensifies
And my hands are
Reaching for you
And you
Just stand there
Hurting evermore

THE MEXICAN
&
THE MIGRA

“Religion and I
Don’t mix well
I meditate
That’s what
Does it for me”

He’s okay
Because when
I was
Being harassed
By the ku kux clan migras
He always acted
Professional towards me

Is not his fault
God made
Him a migra
And made me
An alien

If he could
Only see
That he works
For a religious agency
Things would be easier

It’s somewhat
Of a mystery

God
Is a mystery

And since
In a situation like this
You either help out
Or win
I will opt
For lending him
A hand

Meditation is good
It works best
For women

Women meditate
Men contemplate

Like telephones

Women
Use telephones

Men
Use radios

Contemplation
Will always
Give you

An advantage
Sooner than later
You will
Deal with God

He always wins

La casa
Siempre gana

When He wins

You win
And crooks lose
And bad people lose

And moments
Of meaning & fulfillment
Arrived like
The 2 humming birds
That appear
Outside my window

ORDINARY


There’s no
Such thing
As strangers
On planet earth

God made everybody

And temptation
With God’s creations
Is not a novelty

Scientists are the first
To sin
In such way

Ordinary human beings
Like poets
Do not premeditate
But sometimes
They levitate

TOXIC


Agent of filth
I will destroy you

I will extinguish
Your madness
Your organic folly

My echoes
Will reach you

And I will seize you
Like Cipro
And you will
Look at me
With your
Bacteria-shot eyes

I will look
And see
And ponder

As your
Grotesque existence
Fades away

Poisoner of children!

I will cut you down
Put you out
And place your
Infected memory
In the darkness

Inside a cave
For imbeciles

Specter of
Contamination

Like the farmer
Hits the stem
I will hit your soul

Not even your kin
Will remember you

You will never
Become a father
Of sons

You will move
Like swine do
When they hang
Inside the slaughterhouse

As dirty streams
Of their ending existence
Accumulate on the floor

I will not
Use chlorine
For cleanliness
But fire

GIRLS

Your eyes
Expelled so much heat
I felt shy
I could only
Smile for you

Yesterday
As I was coming in
Your sister
Or cousin
Or aunt
Had the same effect
On her eyes

And when
I was
Coming out
You stood there
A formidable
Opponent in
The arts of love

I would have liked
To hug
Or kiss you
Both
But there was
A trembling
On both of
Your beings
That made me
Walk away

There’s always
Incredible miracles
That appear
On my field
Of vision

Like the beautiful girl
Talking in her cell phone
As I write this
Who likes to imitate
My every motion

Her beauty
Is not average beauty
Because all women
Are beautiful

Her beauty is tender
Deep & touching

I believe
With all my heart
Her beauty
Was magnified
When she become
A mother

POLICÍA


A new world policeman
With a motorcycle
Of uncertainty

No need
For a gunfight

Dialogue becomes
The medium
Of war

Leopoldo
Don’t follow
The money

It will lead you
To madness!

Leopoldo
Even though it took
Some effort
To persuade you

Leopoldo
You did walk
Though the path
Of understanding

Leopoldo
Believe me
When I say
It is best for
Both of us
It is best
For everybody

Leopoldo
There’s no need
To mention cash
Because I think
We are above it

Leopoldo
I understand your concerns
From the northern borders
To the southern limits
In español

Leopoldo
You fresh-blood
You impressionable spirit
You vessel of potential
You police-something

Leopoldo
Pistolero of
The people and
For the people

Leopoldo
Don’t forget
The microphone

Leopoldo
Blessed are those
Who believe
Without seeing

Leopoldo
Believe me
When I say
Things will
Forever change

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