Listen to La Erika.

El Pepe

Hoy enterraron al Pepe Montoya

and Aztlan y San Cabron

le hacen la llorona

and those times

of the forties and fifties and beyond

lost un vato chingon

kind of slim y delgado

toward the end

aging fast

from too much

pinche poesia

you'd see him

in Sacramento

sporting a porkpie hat

like Walter White

Era de Aztlan

carnal de carnales

hermano de hermanas

una bola

de Montoyas

El vato

era muy trucha

always looking

for pedos that rhymed

Hoy enterraron al Pepe Montoya

his palabras

were never just about words

his corazon was all heart

hoy enterraron al Pepe Montoya

so that he will live forever

My Old Hometown

My old hometown

made me strong

even though it always said

you do not belong.

Walking down its streets,

my heart broken,

my soul told me---

you not retreat.

Sometimes you fight,

sometimes you run.

The streets of my neighborhood

did their best to ease my pain.

When I asked for sun,

I was given rain.

When I asked

for just a chance,

I had to dodge

the lance.

But my old hometown

made me strong.

It asked for blood,

I gave it song.

Lover's Delight

Her thighs were golden
in his hands.

Moonlight
dropped lanterns on the water.

His eyes
filled with the skin of desire.

She struggled
in her ecstasy.

His hand
like a heart inside of her.