Chicano Poet

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Martin Street

Stray dog on Martin Street
eyes like a lost lover
the freeway humming like a bee
a cop strangles tacos

in days gone by
I ran up this street
my long hair stretching from Robert B. Green
the moon all sweaty in my hands
until I got to Cecilio's house

the San Antonio River made of newspaper
lies crumpled against a curb downtown
my tongue long as a sword

Friday, October 21, 2016

The Greasy Spoon

Back in the Fifties
a greasy burger joint
posted a sign saying
Mexicans served around the back
Negroes go on down the road
to Emma's Place
but at least they had the courtesy
to tell you where to go
and abuelo pulled the perro
out of the stationwagon
and let him do his business
right at the front door
to greet the gringo customers
my abuelo was such
a forgiving old man

Saturday, October 15, 2016


I'm done combing the Westside for ants
the dilapidated houses
refuse to suffer
old man Centeno's soul
cast aside like used gum
that won't stick to shoes

not even the ghost of ant mounds
spiral against dogs
who would know better
I'm done combing the Westside
for the sighs of ants
their little brown shoulders
I used to lean on