WALK

The girls
In the German car
Looked up & smiled

Their eyes trembled
Like cartoon characters
Like bouncing marbles

Like shooting stars
Trying to escape
From inside their
Eye sockets

The guys next to them
Looked away
And took a deep breath
Yoga breathing by accident
On a sidewalk of hyperventilation

And the afternoon was
Not cold anymore

I almost stopped
But movement is better
And my destination
Was getting closer anyways

SCREEN

Dough you are a bomb
A cry for help in the night
A humble servant

DEFAULT


When I take my glasses off
I see the world as God
Wants me to see it
Peaceful and malleable
And the beauty is always
In the hidden details
This is not my fault
If I can see more
While seeing less
If I can find the softness
In human nature
The goodness of human beings
Ready to be deployed

BUREAUCRAT

Thank you beloved
Take care of my sweetest heart
My magical day

SCHOOL

In the past I saw your future
You were older & even more beautiful
Smiling with the children

OUR DREAMS

I try to hold your beauty in my arms
When I direct-dream towards you

Towards your world of metaphors
Every each one of them
A dream itself

A dream like you
That slowly slips away
Towards the blue ocean

You turned me into
An amphibious dreamer
When I direct-follow you
Under water

I have never seen a swimmer
As beautiful as you

ONDAS

Papá mira
El agua corre
Como si fuera río

CAMINATA

El perro nos ladra
Le contestamos con carcajadas
Con la luz del sol

MEXICAN BUS

The guitarist plays
With Willy Nelson’s guitar
Storm inside my heart

THE BUS

The girl & her mother
Are riding on the bus
I like riding the bus too
Because the bus driver
Was nice to me
Like in a 1950’s movie

I like the girl’s eye glasses
And her dreamy demeanor
The way she would sigh
Once in awhile
Leaning against her mother
Against that suspicious look

When I ride the bus
I like how you can see
The people walking on the sidewalks
The shops with their esoteric numbers
And their symbolic names

I like the way I can see
Through the windows
Without worrying about
Crashing & dying

I like the way the girl
Was looking at me
With glassy eyes
A peaceful face
A tender presence
Just how I would imagine
My own daughter

I like being on top of the bus
Sitting on the bus
Standing on the bus
Walking away from the bus
Walking towards the bus

The bus tried to kill me and it failed
And your eyes my frail miracle
Make for the beauty of
All the world’s children

Tell you mother to lighten up
Tell her that you love her
Tell her to love you back
Tell her how you feel
Teach her to feel like you do

At the end of the day
As I sat in the taxi
In a different country
With different people
And stronger feelings and
I saw you & your mother
Walking towards the east

LESION

The sofá has stopped
The healing of my right side
Firm dreams are better

WINTER

Lime ice-cream is good
With salt in the afternoons
Flavors of summer

“Game laws should be drawn primarily in the interest of the whole people, keeping steadily in mind certain facts that ought to be self evident to everyone above the intellectual level of those well-meaning persons who apparently think that all shooting is wrong and that man could continue to exist if all animals were allowed to increased unchecked”

T. Roosevelt. 1910

OUR TABLE


He tries to kiss her
I smile & try not to notice
She seems uncomfortable
And he grows impatient

I concentrate on the poets
On the food
The tortillas
And the tequila

They take our pictures
And I tell my boys
To say cheese
And I say cheese with them

The girls look our way
And I remember the drunkard
At the Bob Dylan’s concert
With a scared baby hanging
From his chest as he proclaimed
“Chick Magnet”
And I smile again

But my children
Are having the time
Of their lives
Playfully laughing
With my promoter

They laugh
I laugh
We all laugh
I realize
This is very good indeed

RITUAL

The drinking of fire
Is as important as your love
Both are a matter of survival

SUSTENTO


Si cada bala pudiera convertirse en un beso
Y en lugar de suicidios tuviéramos castillos
Y en vez de casquillos
Críos que pueden transformar el mundo
Con una avalancha de cantos

Y si la sangre en lugar de escaparse por
Los alcantarillados de la ciudad
Se multiplicara con entes sonrientes
Capaces de sanar las dolencias de muchos

Y si el disparar no hiciera de una familia
Más chica sino más grande
Llena de melodías
Que funcionan como anticuerpos

Y si las mesas no estuvieran
Cubiertas de platillos caníbales
Sino de las plantas del Jardín del Edén

Si nuestras bebidas nos hicieran
Mirar el futuro y evitar los eminentes
Tropiezos de nuestro caminar
Si fueran calor para nuestros huesos
Y regeneración para los tejidos destrozados

Si nuestro entrar fuera como nuestro salir
Y nuestros días con noches muy diferentes
Y las noches permanecieran iluminadas
Con los movimientos del Amor
Ese trabajo de inmortalidad
Que mantiene al planeta ocupado

Si los ingredientes de tus pensamientos
No causaran tu muerte prematura
Si estuvieran vivos y no muertos
Si tuvieran la voluntad para resistir
El largo salto de la vida

Si los pisos estuvieran habitados
Por perros agradecidos
Que comen de las migajas
De señores y señoras enamorados
Sentados en la cima del mundo
Sentados en este restaurante

Si las ventanas ya no fueran vendettas
Sino reflectores de la verdad
Brillantes detalles resplandecientes
En los rostros de una familia

FIELDS

The garbage man doesn’t come
The Mediterranean gusts do the job
Refuse outspread on the grass

LAST NIGHT

The lovers
Called the police
There’s someone outside
With flashlight
And the police said
It is just the moon

ACCOUNT

The boy
Was plastered with jelly
He was cleaned
And the towels were
Heavy with marmalade
The soiled linens were
Given to Avellana
When she woke up

Optaré por las tortillas JM
Cuando esté controlando mi ordenador JM
¡Pero cuidado con los coyotes! BA