Chicano Poet

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The Blue Shorts

In your blue shorts
you wrap mice

upstairs
while your twin sister

sails panties
across the room like frisbees

outside
the parking lot

feels for your thighs
puts its

asphalt hands
on your shorts

its black hands
moist with fog

while I sit
in the company van

and remove
a sinful nickel

from the
steering wheel

the mice struggle
but will be delivered

one eye
one tail neatly packed

while your scaredy-cat God
runs up your blue shorts

Monday, February 23, 2015

The Rattle

The stone
which rattles in my heart

for her
and for her kind

hits on my face
by whatever

good or evil
not of my creation

yet tastes so sweet
to my senses

my heart's pounding
can not still the stone

and with this
I must live forever

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Mr. & Miss Desire

As the days draw near
when I shall hold you in my arms

against your will
and against my own wishes

you will cuddle against me excitedly
(there's that word again)

the confused thoughts
that go through your mind

have their own desires
and fulfill them

not taking you or me
into account at all

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Carmen

She was bad to the bone
in her frying pan barrio pants

her asphalt abuela
cancelled her chancla classes

the new baby
made of toothpaste tacos

lunes lunes was not
just monday monday

on disco boulevard
or guadalupe lupe

a cumbia dog
arrived from paradise

everyone knew
she was bad to the bone

the circus men
and the construction workers

climbed roofs
for 100 per cent proof

the house
where Carmen lived

spewing steam
into each dream

and those eyes of hers
we all talked about

so long ago
when love would crystallize

she was bad to the bone in her
zarzamora blue jean zippered shorts

and the westside cotton candy music
of her carnaval



Monday, February 16, 2015

To Everything There Is A Season

They were a hard-nosed people
who would keep us down

at all cost
there in the fields

and valleys
where we harvested

every living thing
for them

we toiled
day and night

in the cold
and in the searing heat

year after year
and when we became like them

they did not like it
and rebelled against us

thinking it was their right
though they had long

denied those very rights to us
who now must beat them

back down
they were a hard-nosed people

Friday, February 13, 2015

The Mexican Guitar

The Mexican guitar
is such a creature

I would not pick up
being that my ancestors

triple every time
I look up

and seem to accomplish
more and more

each day
I fall farther

and farther behind
least I exhaust

the few sounds
I have left

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

In A World

In a world without you
we grow hungry

and trap our tongue
in a gray building

our deaf raking
strikes down language

in the smoke
the transparent trees

swerve
for no earthly reason

insects
speed along

crazy for you
scattering their minds

in a world without you
we become so different

we exist
only as a flicker at midday