Rejected Blurbs

 

Mowing Leaves Of Grass

 

“ He’s the Rod McKuen 

of Chicano political poets.”

 

Tortured Barrio Songs

 

“ John Berryman wannabe.”

 

I Took My Barrio On A Road Trip

 

“ LA paletero poet on a stick.”

 

If I Go Missing

 

“ How can you go missing if you

leave behind a bunch of damn paintings.”

 

Zarzamora

 

“ Gung ho on the Westside

by the wayside.”

 

A Tongue In The Mouth Of The Dying

 

“ Brown sugar, little brown jugs

full of words.”

 

Cunt Bomb

 

“ Orgasms before words explode,

duck, fuck run amuck.”

 

Juan Felipe books.

 

“ I must kiss his ass.”

 

Lorna Dee Cervantes

 

“ What? Her latest is not 

a Wings Press book. Why?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Barrio Fever

 

In San Antonio

the walls turn black.

 

Burros recite poetry

stolen from La Raza.

 

The girl in the Mexican Bakery

smells of delicious buns.

 

No one knows

why the Westside sank.

 

Centeno's ghost fondles a girl

behind a shopping cart.

 

White people re-route the river

like semen.

 

The Alamo

moves swiftly.

 

Buttons on La Sandra's blouse

made of purple chicharones.

 

A transit bus on Zarzamora

perches atop a cactus.

 

Las viejitas

joke about time.

 

A plastic dog

drags away a window.

 

Indeed the walls

look better black.

 

My car's submerged in Woodlawn Lake

carjacked by badass Our Lady of the Lake.

 

Max and Cecilio

walk barefoot across Abbey Road.

 

Spanish missions dismantled

by Carmen's sexy sweat.

 

Oh, San Antonio,

what have you done to yourself?

 

I wish I could Arise!

like Angela.