Chicano Poet

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

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Eve Of Destruction

Try as I might
I can not stop the destruction

I pull her panties off
she tastes like bread

my brain sits on the table
the sun is stuck in the kitchen window

the coin of her eyes so wide
I think I've swallowed her whole

she's frightened
and round as a ball

the hair on my head
cold against her belly

I hear her gasp like Christ
when the first nail is driven

Thursday, April 26, 2018

The Jungle

Gazelle crossing
a river

spits in its palm
much like I am

mad about you
water swirling

in a tree
to get away

and the closet
full of clothes

which belonged
to a young girl

whose footprints
stretch across

my heart
and scar the wings

that rise
like jungle sun

startling the herds
of men

who are
so unlike me

Friday, March 23, 2018

Green Wheelbarrow

Pinche vieja
broke my heart

said a fat man
leaning against
a grocery cart

as the wind
blew across
the parking lot

tossing a gray
plastic grocery bag

up into the sky
with no effort at all

and the fat man's
broken heart

pumped blood
through a narrow opening
in one of his arteries

such is life
glazed with rain