Chicano Poet

Friday, September 27, 2013

Listen to La Erika.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

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

Thursday, September 19, 2013

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.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Lover's Delight

Her thighs were golden
in his hands.

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.