Chicano Poet

Thursday, July 02, 2015

He Carried Her Feet In His Feet

by  f. e. e. t. cummings

El ocho patas
carried her feet in his feet

his feet smelled
and hers were so sweet

it was love
at first meet

they were love birds
tweet tweet

and everywhere
el ocho patas went

her two little feet
were bent

and if el ocho patas fell
well hell

she fell too
black and blue they got up

when they were done
making love

and he carried her feet
in his feet

Monday, June 15, 2015

Jurassic Assic

The dinosaurs
had entered the barrio

during the dead of night
a Mexican bakery

was one of their
first victims

as soon as el ocho
heard about it

he left his
Culebra Rd. apartment

and snaked his way
to the scene

of the prehistoric crime
he duked it out

with the dinos
like John Wayne

he was wearing
his Mil Mascaras

wrestling panties
he battled

the dinosaurs
for three days

y tres noches
until que

les dio
en la madre

he donated the meat
to the homeless

and the bones
to the Daughters

of the Republic of Texas
God knows they need

a boner in their lives---
el ocho patas

was so thoughtful
y bien desgraciado

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

The Texas Poem

was trying to part

the Red River
so that

Stephen F. Austin's
illegal aliens

could cross
into virgen Texas

but el pendejo
was trying to part

the Red River
at its widest thighs

until el ocho patas
showed him

the best place
to perform his illusion

and that's how
Texas got screwed---

no thanks
to el ocho patas

Tuesday, June 09, 2015

El Ocho Patas As Phan Kim Phuc

El ocho patas
was a Vietnamese girl on fire

even as a teenager
her family told her

that she still had
the scent of American napalm

in Cuba
she met her future husband

standing by a 1958 Chevy
but she struggled with

her inner ocho patas
eventually she sought asylum in Canada

where the cold and snow
brought el ocho patas

out into the open
freaking the French Canucks

but Phan Kim Phuc knew
that el ocho patas

was always
within walking distance

Wednesday, June 03, 2015

Surfer Girl

He made love to her
with one hand

tied behind his back.
His knuckles

cracked under
her beautiful back.

His ball cap
half on and half off.

He caressed her
with his broken life.

Delicious, he thought.
Her ankles

twisted on the pillows,
and her eyes

bounced in excitation
like a Beach Boys song.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

A Poem By Emmy Perez

Ysleta, Tejas

Cottonwood crosses
planted in sun-
cracked mud: Inca dove
bones among olla shards.
In this desert, trunks of fruit trees,
crosses without names and all
are washed white. Gypsum.
Lime. Here, dirt is life,
shaped into utensils
and adobes--here, dirt holds
seeds soaked with irrigated
water, hoping to blossom.
Here, when canal water drains
hungry children dig in bottom
sand for crawfish. Dust storms
live in teeth, dreams and eyes.
Loose cotton blows over
empty fields months after harvest
and roosters crow all day.
Every moment is torment
and sunrise.

My mother's home
was a bowl made of clay.
I will perish into finding
all the pieces.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Crossing The Red

El ocho patas was crossing
the Red Sí

when it crashed down
upon his head

as luck would have it
it didn’t hurt

his hard cabeza
but everybody

either sank
or swam like rats

while el pinche pharaoh
hung back with his posse

cursed Moses
and thumbed his nose

at what prose
he knew would be written

meanwhile el ocho patas
propelled by his marvelous eight feet

made it to shore
and lived better than mejor