Chicano Poet

Friday, September 30, 2011

El Verdadero Fresh Prince

I was getting in trouble en la hood,
so la jefa said

move out with your tia to Bel Air,
so I said, is that the tia who sells tortilla?

y la jefa said no pendejo
she’s the one who makes a killing

catering dope to the rich in Bel Air,
so I took the next Greyhound bus

and soon I was helping la tia
selling the soul by the pound

and sending la jefa
her share of Bel Air.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Stone Idol

The fear of God in you,
you hesitate to tell me it’s ok.

The sun is not in her place.
Moonrise struggles somewhere else.

Each wrong made right.
So, it’s possible.

Love like ours
unknown like the mound builders.

And where did the Mayans
vanish to with their desires?

It is all I can do
to make it through the calendar’s end without you.

I tell you sex is the same thing as love,
and only love objects.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Camaron Que Se Duerme

Oh for a bite of your see-through thighs
against the rapids.

A net of nails
your mother built.

Family tree upsidedown
threatening laundry.

Oh for a taste of your heart
in the maddening crowd.

Your sweet blue eyes saying no
before the fall.

But in the middle of this river
we are one and the same with these pebbles.

Nature makes us natural
even facing a foe such as man.

Camaron que se duerme
se lo lleva la corriente.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Check out The Jingle Monster.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Princess Resurfaces

What is an Inca princess
doing this far north?

I ask myself
before I drift off to sleep like an iceberg.

The seals gallop
in their forest,

and someone’s left a trumpet
in the vines.

Didn’t her people
retreat into the mountains?

It takes a stone rocket
for that kind of circumnavigation.

leaves a thickened resin.

Her bare thighs
adorned with an unbearable scent.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011


The fire rages inside of me.
I am burning down for you.

First the roof goes,
then the walls.

My heart hides behind a sofa
but soon both go up in flames for you.

Only the black chimney
stands tall and proud.

The fire rages on
downhill from my charred heart.

There is not enough water
on this planet to put it out.

I am burned to a cinder for you,
each breath I take fills the sky with ash.

My smoking arms
reach out to embrace you.

The embers of my lips
glow deep into the night like stars.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Visit From An Aztec Angel

An Aztec angel sat on my lap
and dug out my wonderful eyes.

Her halo dripped honey
over my lowly shoes.

Her feathery thighs
were joined at the wings.

My blistered breath was
pouring onto her ruby shoulders.

I used a club
to knock down black birds from a tree.

It made her swoon.
Her raven hair tasted of new-born fruit.

She shoved her beating heart into my mouth
and bite my lips until they bled.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Helen Mirren 1967


Sunday, September 11, 2011

Latin Lover

You can not know it
how much your love tortures me.

My arm shot off by Cupid’s misfire,
my legs ache from Mexican lava.

My eyes have run off
with your virgin thighs.

You can not know it
how much it hurts to be away from you.

You tell me each day is like a balloon
popped by an unruly crown of thorns.

Each kiss intercepted by demons
before it gets to my Latin lips.

We’re like two ships in the night
aground on different vicious shores.

My heart flaps in the wind
like cactus.

I’m thrown down a well
by Mayans.

My heart cut out
by Aztecs.

You can not know it
how much your love tortures me.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Little Goddess Of These Here Western Parts

I point my toy gun at you
and order you to remove your cowgirl britches.

You look at me in awe
I’m your first gunslinger.

In my Western vest
I’m a glorious pest.

You were innocent against the dusty hills
which were a mere thousand years old.

You were as sweet as honey.
I was a big brown Mexican bear.

I pointed my toy gun at the sun
and made you look up up up.

I pistol-whipped the moon
and made you watch.

Friday, September 09, 2011

Thursday, September 01, 2011

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