Chicano Poet

Friday, February 28, 2014

To Put It Simply

He took her into a darkened room
where a grassy hill was waiting
a lone tree spoke
into its pallid microphone
the motor cars had protruding veins
in the end to put it simply
he made love to her
the paperweight held its ground
the room spun its tale
to put it simply
he could please her blue eyes
with just the incline of the hill

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Sticking It

Every animal she touched
which jumped into traffic
each pebble she whistled at
which went sputtering
she was able to caress
and come away
sweet and cruel
hot damn did I love her
the blankets she eyed
the straws she maneuvered
into town
each train she folded
and put by the lava lamp
my pants hollering
like  a madman
as she burst out laughing
from a cracker
I said can't you wait
until we get out of the store

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

How I Lost Her

Love was a bad word which fell
Out of her mouth
Like the blaring sun
Which fought its way out of light
Clashed with the sea
Until both were covered with sand
Love picked death
Over her
Rain picked rain
Over her
Love was a bad word
Which fell on hard times

Friday, February 14, 2014

The Valentine's Night

He swore he would never give her up
her sexy little body
her crooked Roman smile
which pierced the sofa
and removed boxes
from her golden thighs
he swore up and down
that he would never give her up
not fool himself with long girl cousins
who floated above the highway
their cute marijuana fingers
crashing down like wooden sticks
which his beloved would pick up
and made his heart go pitter patter
he swore he would never give her up

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Ricardo Sanchez at Flor y Canto

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

To A Steam Roller

after m.m.

Your lithe steam roller body
against mine
my asphalt heart unable
to blacken even more
gallops down the crushed velvet
of your mouth
eyes that can not will not conform
the butterflies scatter
knowing what will come