Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
El Tololoche
The tololoche
is swaying to the music
as much as it can sway
without falling over.
The bajo sexto
es pretexto.
According to the accordion,
nothing happened.
Music will
do that to you.
The tololoche
was swaying to the music,
swaying as if there was no tomorrow
in the word mañana.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
An Old Tecato Speaks
These ain't no crockpot beans
these beans were made
in a beat up pot
on the stove
and when I burn them
there's that old familiar smell
you know so well
still edible of course
but the burnt beans
stuck to the bottom of the pot
are hard to scrap off
much like my life
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Self-Portrait With Maize
The dog's leg infected with gusanos
dad put black grease on it
the leg healed like metallic gears
no more grinding
at least I thought that in my little head
dad on the John Deere tractor
far away in the fields
sharecropper extraordinaire
moviestar of the corn
dusty cotton conquistador
his dark Indian past
grabbing at the heels
the tearing out of human hearts
would have been right up his alley
the fields can be so glorious
in the wrong eyes
but I understand now
what no chingues conmigo means
Friday, March 16, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Dark Brown Lawnmower Men
The dark brown lawnmower men are outside
mowing the hell out of the industrial lawn
and, get this, they came all the way from Mexico
to do it
seven of them share
a two bedroom apartment
you could say they live in luxury
go to Walmart together
take up the whole aisle
that's their way
but all too soon
the lawnmowers, the leaf blowers
the hot angry sun come calling
calling their names so sweetly
life
is so hard to resist
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Eskimo Blue Day
Snow cuts loose from the frozen
Until it joins with the African sea
In moving it changes it's cold and it's name
The reason I come and go is the same
Animal game for me
You call it rain
But the human name
Doesn't mean shit to a tree
If you don't mind heat in your river and
Fork tongue talking from me
Swim like an eel fantastic snake
Take my love when it's free
Electric feel with me
You call it loud
But the human crowd
Doesn't mean shit to a tree
Change the strings and notes slide
Change the bridge and string shift down
Shift the notes and bride sings
Fire eating people
Rising toys of the sun
Energy dies without body warm
Icicles ruin your gun
Water my roots the natural thing
Natural spring to the sea
Sulphur springs make my body float
Like a ship made of logs from a tree
Redwoods talk to me
Say it plainly
The human name
Doesn't mean shit to a tree
Snow called water going violent
Damn the end of the stream
Too much cold in one place breaks
That's why you might know what I mean
Consider how small you are
Compared to your scream
The human dream
Doesn't mean shit to a tree
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Parthenon
The young girl’s smile
came off in his hands
so easily
he thought
the steps of the Parthenon
could not breathe
and the Aegean
ballooned up
until it popped
the girl squirmed
as she was forced to grab
the shiny apple
traffic went
around her
the famous fountain
was flattened in an instant
so much for heroes
said the old rainy man
who had stood by
smoking a white cigar
the girl yelled
I’ve had it up to here
the gods
are not our kin
Monday, March 12, 2012
The Lake
My lake daughter comes to me
in a hungry hollow dream
there is room
for the derelict confetti
her mother’s fire
was a white thorn
led astray
tassels on the moon
bite-marks on water
I tell my daughter
in giant letters
rise up over the wall
the jealousy quite lost
with golden keys
your sweetness once disowned me
like a storm
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Remorse
So many friends I've lost
standing at the gas pump
my tears twist themselves into the color of a tree
the sad wind slaps a giant fairy tale upon the page
the old familiar faces
unearth a boat ramp
we're all subject to the inundations
breathe in the old snake dust slowly
so many friends gone now
swallowed by unfriendly dolphins
the mind toast the past so nuclear
the frilly particles of time
hidden behind a spider's kin
the countryside mistaken for an empty hill
I've lost so many friends
gesundheit in a can.
Friday, March 09, 2012
Uppity Mexican Girl
Hey pretty girl
I see time has taken its toll
on your body
your flames have gone out
your devilish horns
filed down
by the hurricane winds
you kept company with
got your hot lips too close
to razor-sharp moonbeams
once you conquered us all
with your high heels & short skirts
oh boy
do I remember when
you reigned supreme
now you’ve been taken down
a few notches
you even wear huaraches
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
No waffles were hurt during the making of my breakfast.
(Sorry, I thought I had posted this to Facebook.)
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
Saturday, March 03, 2012
The Beautiful Boy
He was
a beautiful baby.
He was so cute
when he was learning to walk.
He tried to crawl
into the fireplace once.
His first word
was ( you guessed it) mama.
Lumps and bruises
when he learned to ride
his first bicycle
without training wheels.
He was an awkward teenager
tell me something new.
All in all
he was a typical boy.
Shy around girls
he could be a punk sometimes.
But he was a real good boy
until this morning.
He took a gun to school
and killed three classmates.
It must be true
beauty is only skin deep.