Spicy Mexican Girl

Erica long tall and spicy
in his peppered mind

her long slim legs
surface every night

triggered by the rustling
of the wind

near the place where she works
or the asphalt coming up

in her parents neighborhood
after a hard rain

the sun beating down on rooftops
until they are crispy like potato chips

and her car parked in the driveway
hot to the touch like her

Soldier Boy

The soldier came home from the war
without himself

he kissed his absent wife
hugged thin air

which took the place
of his children

went to visit
his disappearing parents

in their untouchable house,
and the townspeople

welcomed him
with what was left of empty

he was not concerned
that he didn't really care

he did the best he could
through no fault of his own

Vehicle Fire

“the modern American family”

They were making love

in the backseat of the van

as her parents sat like statues

in the front

her father  

looked in the rearview mirror

her mother flipped down

the passenger side mirror

powdered her nose

and reapplied her lipstick 

the sighs her daughter made

were misunderstood

but by then

the vehicle was engulfed in flames

“again I experiment in Cubism...”

Basketball Heroine

The luxurious legs of the girl

part for the basketball

in the full gymnasium

of a wing taken hold

the army of well now

soaked in rainbow lift

fires at will

and the snow in a bell crack

waits for the storm outside

in the glass trip

the girl takes

after the game pierced

and each spill of her smile

afterwards forced upon her

and upon us whose froth clothes

call out a name instead

in the glance of gears

the girl takes her shot

Space Time Chingaderas Ignored By Hawking

El Bobby was not all there

got beat up bad at Blumberg Park

an earshot away from Munche’s Grocery Store

where Chico Deleones

was shot in the hand

by a Perez

the Guadalupe Gang

hanging out where Guadalupe Street

dead-ended by the creek

near where Joe Carrillo

Mexican-American cop

was shot down by a felon

tell me friends

is Seguin still there,

or has it, too, disappeared

with the rest of the ancient universe?

Nightmare

When she runs away from home

in her sleep

the zombies

walk along the railroad tracks

she ducks

into the darkened trees

her plastic sword

at the ready

the world has come to this

she whispers out loud

her clothes

a shadow of their former selves

her father and mother

torn apart by the hordes

her little sister

buried and risen from the dead

does the real world exist

face the facts she tells herself

as she dashes through the woods

on a moonless night

and when she wakes up

in her own warm bed

she longs

for the nightmare instead

Bullet-Proof

Man, was her little body
bullet-proof

her navel like a pony
I held in secret

the hills
of an old lamp lit the way

her crown
sinking into the bed

each of her sweet words
turned to gold

I could barely catch my breath
around her waist

outdoors
the wind was bathing

and bellowing it couldn't have
my little Latin lover

her hot little body
in sunglasses heading home