Chicano Poet

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

La Mosca

El ocho patas
ate a mosca

the juices
clung to his whiskers

he spit out
the convex eyes

el ocho patas
could see through

the crunchy

he let the mosca's feet
fall to the floor

the gringa of the house
never had a clue

she vacuumed
them up

but her shaggy white carpet
only fooled Americans

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

The Rescue

El ocho patas
pulls La Llorona

from the San Antonio River
by her broken silver wings

her underwear
is muddy

her mouth
full of floodwaters

her hair
holds trembling sticks

tall buildings
leap in the sky

the Alamo
tells stormy lies

el ocho patas
drags La Llorona

onto the banks
of the pointless river

and as she
dries off

her breasts
harden on her chest

and she will not
thank him

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Gregorio Sanchez was like any other poor barrio kid. Except that he was born with eight feet. 
And of course the other barrio kids called him El Ocho Patas.

The Musical Fruit

When el ocho patas
split the atom

the bean
came falling out

the caldo
was quite hot

there were
no silly

or strange quarks
like scientists

will lead you
to believe

only beans
make up the atom

let no one
tell you otherwise

Monday, November 03, 2014

Sands Of The Moon

Women always tried to re-write
el ocho patas

but he was
already written

on the sands
of the moon

and only until
women venture there

is there any chance
of that happening

but in the morning
the rude awakening

his wife
yells at him

and don't forget
to take out the trash

and mow the lawn
on earth!