Chicano Poet

Friday, November 22, 2013

For L.

Whose buttocks I have grabbed
in love and lust
bedroom or kitchen
caressed your thighs in the car
hungrily soaked up your lips---
and you are not mine
just think the wonders if you were

when I take you back to your house
my heart drops like an anchor
to the bottom of an angry sea
which tosses it about
horny to corrode it.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Sun Of A Bitch

Took the sun in my hands
and crushed the sun of a bitch
into the dust it should have always been---
the moon seemed to be
taken aback by my act. Why?

Darling, without you
nothing ever needs to shine.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

The Ink Wears Off

The ink wears off inside of you
obscuring words I wanted no one to see
only the spare change left
which beggars chant
only a swear word or two
which slip out onto your belly
before you give birth to language.

And I would have to explain
how all this came about
the disappearing ink forgives misspellings
the misuse of love and alphabet.
A poet should know better.

Monday, November 18, 2013

After Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lies
she loved me sometimes and I loved her too
that's not the lie

the lie is that I'm not to blame for losing her
for losing her love
nights I held her in my unfaithful arms
my own arms reproached me
my own heart disgusted with me
only my lust seemed to acquiesce
tonight I can write the saddest lies.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Book Shelf

Underneath your skirt
the shelf full of books
shreds your sex life

as a young woman you wrung an apple
oiled your cotton candy
surfaced like a show in the sand
I've loved the spitting-image of your shadow
for so long now
that with each berry which rises on your chest
I ask for trouble as if it was sweet yet bitter.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Crime, Inc.

"I took your cherry and your pit
your copper-colored thighs..."

It would be a crime to stop loving you
some beastly crime
unforgivable and unnatural

making love on the eloquent moon
while all of mankind watched
from a dying earth.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Of Burning Monks

When I left my precious hometown
it was a payday of sacrifice
for what I had done to you

black mold growing on the moon
the military police in marshmallow-armored shorts

would you testify in court
your mind a wild flower
you said you never enjoyed the pleasure
and that only monks were flammable.

How you changed your ways.

Friday, November 08, 2013

New Ahleans Trombone

You bathe me in friendly fire
stunning and spendid
your heart throbs as I squeeze you
against the dirty moon
you smile and say
you've shaved the temple
the greeks and romans
were undersized achievers

outside the rain purses its lips
we're defacing the sheets with one flaw
how many sins have the oaks committed
grant us this one failed levee of desire.

Thursday, November 07, 2013

Birdman Of Alcatraz

Years hence you will blackmail me
for loving you as I spit out the vowels
you and your grappling hook of cherry and chasm
who left the gate wide open
the circus animals all carrying pencils
in an age of pens

a migratory bird come upon you
by accident forsaking sky
worshipping the ground you walk on
how could you scribble such things
upon your love-sick bird.

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Two-Tone 52 Plymouth

Like a bomb that goes off inside
its shrapnel of sex

a continent apart
we nuzzle and drift
one of your thighs under the spell
the other thigh fluttering
and flashing its honey.
The backseat of the Plymouth
beats its wings.

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

My Eve

She was afraid of the beginning of the dark
sludge of dolls from the end of time
starry night shaking off its blood
the sexy crescent
of the moon was all we had
the flickering of her beautiful neck
which I kissed and splintered
the human error of sex
interrupted by righteous sweat
the driest part of the desert long gone

love is the fruit
which ripens in the past.

Monday, November 04, 2013

Derelict Alamo

I polish your blonde hair
to step upon the cliff
whose ships are leaving
and the breaking boots
trigger and stall
the natives of my windswept love for you
gulping and restless.

I'm a thick forest with no trees
sky with no sky
your mouth surrenders
like the Alamo defenders should have done.
I wish we were all cowards.

Sunday, November 03, 2013

Across The  River

Across the river lies my baby
under the cover of darkness
desire which drags her down into the  depths
she struggles for air
choking is such pleasure
she says with teary eyes
and a smile that betrays
the jets of the moon.

Saturday, November 02, 2013

Land Of Lincoln

At the bottom of the river the sun spoke
as you my love whose lanky legs
predict the future
what minutes I steal
to have you all to myself
to kiss your closed eyes
to cling to your bending knees
as you sigh and shift
taut for a few seconds
and then you surrender a blue lint

nest of hair and its rendering.
Transported into your slave,
paper-cut like the land of Lincoln,
you always famish me.

Friday, November 01, 2013

Wild Horse

You said love hurt you like a wild horse.
You had grown-up
made totally from the wildfires of your old man,
your dolls had black hair growing out of their blonde arms
all while you practiced jumping
in and out of your skirts
and your homework dried on the stove---
your little sister was set for life.