Chicano Poet

Friday, November 30, 2018



Barrio Secrets

Only abuela knew my secrets
the open casket

it is still us
like fallen leaves in the barrio

my guilty face
on each of those brown leaves

my school-girl sister
in the gray jeep of the sky

my brothers
log-jammed on an LA freeway

my indio father
pasted against the mountains

I push hard on the boulder
to get it off my tongue

my toothless abuela sits in the house
like a lump of coal

my hair crowns the barrio
with its shaft of light

and any moment now
time could begin

Friday, November 02, 2018

Fourth Street Flashback

My aunt forces me to play Mexican bingo
in my underwear

my little nuts cold against the wooden floor
embarrassed by La Dama

El borrachito makes fun of me
the mermaid's top distracts me

as I put a pinto bean
on Las Jaras

when I complain that
I don't want to play anymore

my aunt beats me
with a wire coathanger

I run up and down the gravel street
oh the joys of growing up

Thursday, November 01, 2018

So Trump is sending 1,500 troops to defend the Alamo from the caravan, history will probably repeat itself.

Monday, October 08, 2018

A Congress Of Culeros

A few culeros are in charge of our country
a few cunts in the mix
they are the rich the gullible elect
thinking they are like them
blinded by rhetoric they follow like sheep
the culeros take their wool
the culeros take their mutton
but the gullible come back for more
and they get it up the ass
thinking they are grazing in the grass
and in the next election
they still line up for the erection

Friday, October 05, 2018

Straight Outta The Holiday Inn

The city rises around my room
its rats better than its people
a solitary gangmember
risks his worthless life at the 7-Eleven
the rich suck ass up in the hills
where wildfires take their revenge
no real people live in Malibu
I draw the blinds in my room
the sun picks at the window
the tv blares that stupid America
has squandered everything good
that's ever come its way

Monday, September 03, 2018

Headroom

for L.

At this age
to still suffer
from teenage lightning

I superglue
a wing to my back
a second time

my lips
upon the dirty river

eyeballs
hard as steel
against your young thighs

I am a cardboard sigh

I am paint color
with no name

at my age
to still suffer
purple haze

dickhead red
like the planet Mars

my life
surpassing insect life

God---
his head
like a girl's

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Earth Bound

              (yeah, baby,  I'm grabbing my crotch
              like a rap guy.)

Mother died giving birth
father drank water

rattled in the car
the steering wheel

was a cloud in his dark hands
far away

the wind tousled my hair
my heart was a pale blinding white

the beast of it all stumbled
across the country road

its head so flat
I cried against it

its paws so sharp
I lay against them

its eyes so bloody
I opened my mouth

mother died giving birth
and to this day

I swallow
everything she left behind

the earth
stuck in my throat like dirt