Chicano Poet

Saturday, May 21, 2016

The Squirrel

The hunchbacked squirrel
sits under a tree expecting rain
in the industrial park

the hunchbacked squirrel
sits under a tree in the industrial park
expecting rain

expecting rain
in the industrial park
the hunchbacked squirrel sits under a tree

in the industrial park
sits the hunchbacked squirrel
expecting rain under a tree

under a tree in the industrial park
expecting rain
sits the hunchbacked squirrel

Monday, May 16, 2016

Estados Unidos De Payasos

El ocho patas  lived in a funny country
it wanted everything done unto others

but not unto itself
so el ocho patas laughed

and poked fun
at his silly country

he ran circles around
his country's confused logic

its great and righteous mouthpieces
those who ruled the radio waves

and the television stations
and hated el ocho patas

and made fun of his eight feet
but in the end they couldn't deal

with el ocho's sick humor
which made a running joke of his country

its big blue patriotic clown shoes
and its red rubber nose of an ass

Tuesday, May 03, 2016

In His Old Age

In his old age
el ocho patas became allergic

to beans
he became allergic

to corn and flour tortillas
he broke out in hives

if he ate conchas
or any kind of sweet panochitas

or whatever it is
you call that stuff

peddled by Mexican bakeries
so in his old age

after his vieja left him
he was left with no alternative

but to eat gringo food
you know sandwiches

yes old age
made him allergic to being Mexican

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Boogaloo Down Fourth Street

Bitches, remember when el ocho patas
would boogaloo down Fourth Street

when it would send up
a cloud of gravel dust

before them white people
finally decided to pave it

el ocho would throw footballs
or toss baseballs up into outer space

to impress
that fucking Sepulveda girl

nigga, why did you waste your time
friends would tell el ocho patas

and here el ocho thought
that Fourth Street was paradise

el ocho was a swashbuckler
without a buckle or a swash

it's a whole lot easier
to boogaloo with eight goddamn feet

but it can also get you
in deep shit, ese

Saturday, April 23, 2016

For Granddaughter Shelby

She's eleven
and a little bit of heaven.

Sunday, April 17, 2016


Friday, April 15, 2016

I Sing The Body Electric

I sing the body electric
said el ocho patas

as he stuck his finger
into the light socket

you could see
his skeleton light up

and his hair
stood straight up

like wire
so he pulled his finger out

and then
stuck it back in

he sang the body electric
until the city

cut off his utilities
as is bound to happen

in a just
and free society