Chicano Poet

Friday, September 30, 2016

Young Barrio Girl Walking Alone On Zarzamora Street

Her breasts
like baby birds
in a nest

Thursday, September 15, 2016


I teach her how to play with my huevos
I show her how to scramble them
I suck her tongue out of her mind
the game of love and desayuno

the ins and outs of the night
I kiss her corazones over & over again
maybe I'm still a baby
maybe I still soil my diapers
after all I am only a man
I teach her how to play with my huevos

Saturday, September 03, 2016

The Hounds Of Heaven

The hounds of heaven turned out to be
just chupacabras
who sniffed me, circled me 
and then disappeared into the darkness
that in a word
is what is wrong with us Mexicans
even the shit we make up
wants nothing to do with us