Chicano Poet

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Mad Mad Love

El ocho patas wanted to be
madly in love

you know
like in the old days

not the worn out
kind of love

of course
that was foolish of him

and being an old fool
only made it worse

his heartbeat made of hay
was blown about by the wind

his heartbeat made of flesh
still hungered for desire

his lion's mane
flickering

his sharp claws
dancing

el ocho patas
could feel the mad love

as he held her
against his own will

Friday, October 03, 2014

I, Too

"Patas mentions Atlantis
in a cocky sort of way."

I, too, sing Estados Hundidos
said el ocho patas

with his darker patas
send me to the kitchen

I will eat beans
and grow strong

I will eat tortillas
and grow even stronger

tomorrow I will eat
at the dinner table

and everybody will realize
how paton I am

I, too, sing Estados Hundidos
though I have so many feet,

is that illegal,
too?

Thursday, October 02, 2014

El Ocho Vacas

El ocho patas
pretended to be a real poet

and the gullible public
bought it

hook line and sinker
pescados

and sure
el ocho patas

was indeed guilty
of pecados

so there must be
a little pleasure in evil he thought

as he went about his way
the bell around his neck

ringing in the meadow
where the wildflowers copulated

thorn against thorn
petal against petal

even if you're not a cow
you can still be a vaca

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Pyramid Of The Patas

When el ocho patas
climbed the Pyramid of the Sun

he made it
look so easy

the tourists
stared in awe

the locals
tried to figure out

how to make money
from Ocho's feat

the stupid teenagers
were unimpressed

a mangy dog
tilted its head sideways

a crazy thought
jiggled in his canine mind

like a girl jogging topless
on a faraway beach

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Abuela De Ocho

El ocho ate his beans
tall tortillas at the ready

he remembered his abuela
always telling him

never fight
harder than you have to

there's a limit
to what effort

there are roads
you do not need

bridges built
for no rime or reason

birds that
do not need to fly

but el ocho patas
spun his wheels

thinking that abuela
would not approve

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

The Young Ocho

She lived on the
ocho calles of Seguin

the lawless town
which floated above it

ringing its pan dulce
above her house

her skinny legs
filled with double

the police cars
wore a carnation

when Ocho
was popping fireworks

against the ancient sea
which still made its noise

along College Street
and flooded the library

where el ocho patas
had once flown on two fake feet

Friday, September 05, 2014

El Garracorazones

Like a garrapata
he clung to her

thinking that love
was the real thing

como una Cola
the buey

believed in the American way
and the American way

did not believe in him
so when el ocho patas

kicked your ass
you knew it

his ocho corazones
broken by his girl

he cried spider tears
in a dark closet

el mero mero
brown recluse