Chicano Poet

Sunday, August 29, 2021

 Rejected Blurbs

 

Mowing Leaves Of Grass

 

“ He’s the Rod McKuen 

of Chicano political poets.”

 

Tortured Barrio Songs

 

“ John Berryman wannabe.”

 

I Took My Barrio On A Road Trip

 

“ LA paletero poet on a stick.”

 

If I Go Missing

 

“ How can you go missing if you

leave behind a bunch of damn paintings.”

 

Zarzamora

 

“ Gung ho on the Westside

by the wayside.”

 

A Tongue In The Mouth Of The Dying

 

“ Brown sugar, little brown jugs

full of words.”

 

Cunt Bomb

 

“ Orgasms before words explode,

duck, fuck run amuck.”

 

Juan Felipe books.

 

“ I must kiss his ass.”

 

Lorna Dee Cervantes

 

“ What? Her latest is not 

a Wings Press book. Why?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, August 24, 2021

 Barrio Fever

 

In San Antonio

the walls turn black.

 

Burros recite poetry

stolen from La Raza.

 

The girl in the Mexican Bakery

smells of delicious buns.

 

No one knows

why the Westside sank.

 

Centeno's ghost fondles a girl

behind a shopping cart.

 

White people re-route the river

like semen.

 

The Alamo

moves swiftly.

 

Buttons on La Sandra's blouse

made of purple chicharones.

 

A transit bus on Zarzamora

perches atop a cactus.

 

Las viejitas

joke about time.

 

A plastic dog

drags away a window.

 

Indeed the walls

look better black.

 

My car's submerged in Woodlawn Lake

carjacked by badass Our Lady of the Lake.

 

Max and Cecilio

walk barefoot across Abbey Road.

 

Spanish missions dismantled

by Carmen's sexy sweat.

 

Oh, San Antonio,

what have you done to yourself?

 

I wish I could Arise!

like Angela.

 

Saturday, June 19, 2021

 Man of La Mancha

 

( a man and his stained t-shirt,

the life of Andres Sobaco)

 

Reminiscing about his dead abuela

while he ate beans with Frito Scoops

 

a boiled bean or two

bounced off his dirty t-shirt

 

the old lady always ignored

Sobaco’s shortcomings

 

which came in a long list

“Mijo, if you weren’t my mijo…”

 

she left the sentence unfinished

there was not much to brag about

 

when it came to her feelings

of her fat, useless grandson.

 

“ Look, abuela,” Sobaco had once pointed 

to the broken sidewalk in front of their house

 

“Look, abuela, there goes that girl

who says she’s a man now.”

 

His abuela just shook her head

and said, “ Only God can make a man.”

Saturday, June 12, 2021

Nalgada


That time Barbara

got up to read a poem


and I had the urge

to slap her butt,


remember, Coop?

San Antonio


always brings out

the beast in me,


and the cabron

behind my poetry.

Sunday, June 06, 2021

 Purple Vaca


I never saw a purple cow

but I can tell you anyhow

beware of purple caca

don't ever trust a vaca

Friday, April 16, 2021

 Circus Girl


You juggled my heart

like a circus performer


and now you want to be

the bearded lady

Friday, January 29, 2021

 A poem by Val Kilmer:


I think that I shall never see

A thing as lovely as a taco tree.