Occupied by a Border

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Beauty Butterfly Drove: Wall Street Verse

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The Shape of A Star: Reason for Being

When the points of a shooting star are drawn to the magnet of the imagination, heard by the ears of the soul, ripened with radiant light, ambient moisture, the shape of nothing-become-something eludes definition. The mystery of the universe is the mystery of its smallest organ, member, entity. Every moment is a birth that was conceived, preconceived, and reflected in time which has no shape but which defies shape. The shape of a star is an ornament in the sky as designed by the seer, the poet, the actor, the engineer, the artist, and whomever it is who last breathed a sigh. Always adventuring outward, the star is a migration toward the self.

Toad to Torment Love of Art: AngloAmerican Verse

A Civil Disobedient Sonnet

I remember the way my professor
spoke of Thoreau as a spoiled rich kid
she even said he was a hypocrite
when twenty years later, a professor

myself, I speed-read his essay again.
Now I will judge for myself what he wrote
was it frivolous and vain antidote
to lethargy, privilege, and arrogance?

So I download it for free from Google
and I comb through it for the evidence.
--If nonviolent resistance to unjust
conditions is luxury of thought, gosh...


then isn't this poem that's nearly finished
an expensive and rare golden sonnet?











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I am Human : Los de Abajo

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Freedom is Love of Beauty

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ANdroid CALAFIA Curses GREED Quotient Dumbth Degrees

It is the Long Short Road to the Future.

We’ve lost so much time on Disasters—Minds!

Stand up on your Toes and Look in the Mirror.

You must admit you are so Beautiful.

I admire your Choice of Fabric:  SILK….

Your Soft Tissues are so Elegant.  Wow.

Might I get a look at those Manuscripts?-

Those you Entrusted so Wonderously?

Poetry, Muse, all of your Company:

You are a Diva, In fact you’re Divine.

A many-handed Android. Sh  She Came,

And when she left she Smiled, Dignified

As she came so did she go FORTH  Un-touched

By the Mediocrity of Masters

Who suppress Humanity by Fracasos –

It’s not that they’re Evil. They’re just this MUCH!     

000 000 000.00

Since they can’t read literature I use MATH.

Incompetent Lunatics without CASH

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I a Boricua Versus Naipul: These are Nobles?

Naipul                  Twin towers               Litmacho Sequence        

And in that combination of evil

Which only a Litmacho would further

So stalk his Wealth and Fame on uncivil,

incredible, untranscendent, impure

art     literal dalliance     Misogyny

Blistering against Heads, Eyes, and Love

Noble Prize Jackal selects his next Neck

and with it arrives just before Dawn Come

inserting stones, soda caps, what is Best

to ensure their Male Dominant ART

These are Heroes who Trip the Ballast      :    DEATH

don’t we have so much SPACE and TIME Chaucer

himself joins up with us Maypole Dancer.

PART II.  ()Puerto Rican Writers and Wrighters and Righters and Riders

I remember Jack slugging it NY

Bit by bit back to an Island: Iron

With which his Style Seared Finely Wrought Ores

Wrestled and Lost Lost Wrestled…Riqueños…

What were you to me Odilia? Tommy

And Dr. Lisa, but each a Clear Stone

Of Thought, a droplet of your Isla     Mine

If it is an Island and I Autist

Turned to Slant at another Latitude,

I mistake myself for One of You,     Why?

Why would I deny I wish were Boricua?

If that’s where a Mulata who lacks Rhyme

Would most Pursue her  Models in Gusto

Williamettes, Williamsburg, and my William

Carlos Williams, BernardoPomona, Victor R.

And my Maestra who gave me her Honor:

(and whose name I will instead spell to Her,

Privately) Alphabetically Yours, I

A Sappho made with your O and ReSpelled

Flew to the Island that Grows within Us,

Death : Only Death can take it from me…. THEN

I am reborn in a Song One of Love

For what Else and who Elsie writes this Song?

And NOT to the One Touted on High.  These

Are Heroes?  And those are Nobles?

I take to my Anonymity      FORCED

And FORCED again until Zero Remained

An Oracle….Perhaps that’s why I fore

Saw  I would be Oppressed and yet Denied

I denied that I too was Vendida

But at least though it is true that I WAS

A NEVER-Become not A  HAS-BEEN

I decided at the age of 18

That Literature was owned by Men, English

English…this is where I could get it Straight.

Starting at ZERO, I become a TEN.

With her O and without it I’m worthless

Either way Life has no Value…..Or DO

It?      That’s what we’re here about, medicines

Off Doctor Williams or their Betrayals

Beats?  Go on and Become Rock Stars go ON

What does it matter to a Stonewall Fire?

That sears with its own Oils and Scents.  SINGED

The Fire of Prometheus contained

in EPImetheus….Fused without Quests

BECAME a Union of Twins….Pandora:

Pandora?  Open IT WIDE WIDER THAN

THAT.  A preview of HOPE Renewed in TIME

For Love my Lady Santos Rivera

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Falling into Infinity: Who am I Rhyme?

What can’t be learned in School is how to mend

the ragged-edges and their carnage, Peace

that has no Precedent is worth War’s Cease.

Why else would we be born if not amend

one Stripe of Matter buoyant, a faucet

Which dispenses what it compenses:  Ruth,

for manifestness, a benevolence,

kinder Measure for a Poem that must 

desist from its Same Self Stimulation

effervesced across Expansive Canvas,

a Hot Air Balloon arisen at last

forwardly frosted Ad Infinitum

who am I that I have no Sentience

and Yet I rhyme and yet I omniscient?

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sustancias ajenas a su sopla: Abuela

Grande Señora Paula, my Madre,

Yo le escribo a Ústed estas lineas

que es como faltarle el respeto

Gloriosa Ojos llenos de Horizontes,

espero justificar un Poem y pedirle

una Prueba de que todo hubo para

algo, algo inesperado

de haberla Vista unas Veces Más

para llenar muchos libros con su Ser,

su imágen, su dulzura. Sonriente,

y con toda la litanía del sufrir

por ser India sin tierra menos

es la pérdida que siente el VientoAire

por sustancias ajenas a su Sopla.

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Mother

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APache and Our Fencelessness

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No don't raise the Veil on Death

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Somehow Across a Velvet Window

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A Thought, Vogue, Style: Odilia's Harlem

As I listen to Aretha Franklin,

“Spanish Harlem,” and remember those days

in La Habana when Odilia called

and woke me up before I’d left the dais.

“Be here in half an hour. Room 19”

We could sense a different way of doing

things with confidence for lover’s nothings.

Did I have like my Lady Oh, a way

to describe a Thought, a Vogue, a Style,

she’d know its weakest point and errors. IF

there could be a way to rid ourselves more

and more of the degradation of Slaves.

“I refuse to work where I can’t be WHO

I am, Spanish Harlem Reprised.” GENIUS.

Las CHicas in Harlem true are Steady.

I recall it well when I was there, LOW,

A Lowrider White as a wedding Dress.

I’d like to get married once (twice) a Day,

and linger in chosen childlessness.

And for all the little girls out there grown

Smarter with each complication, and prone.

She’s making something so incredible

of me.  She is the muse of the Sacred

Art of Woman helping Woman. “Edith,

you are so ….I see why you’re a writer.

And how being the way you are is bad

for you but works in literature.” AGAIN,

if it weren’t for Odilia now, Pains

Pains como los de Vallejo, ay de mí.

When I complained, she knew what knowing was.

A retort to stop the downward plunge of THOUGHT.

“I’m surprised when my friends have these nervous

Breakdowns…If it were cancer, she’d fight it.”

Finer points of being Ghetto-untouched,

Un-squandered, un-colonized, with Odilia.

No sentiment belongs to the gutters.

“I jogged past the dead, the cracked-out, BRUTAL.

Still, there is a part of Harlem in every layer:

As justice grows in its elusiveness,

It also becomes more attainable.

My thesis to Odilia and her Verse:

She knows all of the answers by her ART.

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An Elf of Beauty's Best Defiance

 I knew when I was just a Thought a poem

Might come of me, a Fragrant hint of Glee,

A Magic Smile of Radiant Hues

Inspires me to spin the Wheels Green

of language and its ending sounds, a Glove

that sheds from its own skin, A Hand to Write

even when it’s Clunky or lacks A lot,

it’s still a Poem, a Vintage Form of Love

that drives the Car of Verse’s Elegance,

truth, detail, filigree and function.

And like a medieval Synechdoche

For a Female Knight of Chivalry

Best represented by her Script, I signed.

Here Scribed an Elf of Beauty’s Great Defiance.

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Rousing sleeping Beauty

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A Word can Make a Butterfly

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A Sonnet Lessened, Theoretically

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For Tears That Fall Forever Even Now

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Princess and P for Poet

Princess and a P for Poet 

There was once a princess and a P. But

her job wasn’t to sleep the night away

complaining of her sensitivity.

She gave herself to ruptures come from Cuts

into her flesh to break the bonds were made

for her specifically. It wasn’t HATE.

Emotions are so easy to contain.

But it was a literal way to HOPE.

A new emergence from within her own:

Harm no one. Harm none. Become a Poet.

With the blade of memory and the hand

of carpenters, Cut into the Fibers.

  

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Women Working Life and Love

Women working hard at life and self-love.

For I am both able to care and help

and keep looking for more to make a world

that’s better for each day that I live, well,

it’s gotta to be a good one, it’s my job.

I don’t know when I became the only

one watching out for me, myself, and I.

But if that’s how it’s going to be for

a while, then I better get some poems

written. Like this one here I fear it’s bad.

A terrible and wasted time was had.

at the lines of female oppression

which are the only means I can let go

of all that I have bottled up inside.

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May Trust for Working Women : to the domesticated workforce

To all my sisters working in the field

who may be told as I was told:  Choose now!

The choices were impossibly unkind

and none was very good at all to grow

without one entitlement owed to her

or mercy. None will believe that its true.

That whatever portion of power earned

like Nikki Diaz, domestic worker

and surrogate to Meg Whitman, a gal
she'd be a lady if she had a heart
instead of just a golden emperor.

If a life sentence of oppression still

weren’t enough, they also hate and rage
at us since we can do it better, AGE.

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Bill, Resolve my Debt Now? Sociedad Odiosa contra mi Patria

Mated upon a glass surface, a rhyme,

A flower, these breaths of mine, two pendants

For the ears.  There you are mighty poem

And just what I need for my medicine,

Doc, what says you? Is it true as Teddy

Graham told me that I am your Type. AU?

Is it true? Were those your neurons that piqued

were by Einstein, Eisenstein, Viva Mi

Mexico, patria que nunca fue Mia,

pero que nunca me acorde a Olvidar

aunque me lo exigia la Sociedad Odiosa.

Oh, what have I done but made a Bilingual

Sonnet and in your most Hated form, Bill.

Whaddya say we Resolve my Debt Now?

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America who will Sing your Praise? To Mark G.

For M. González

I don’t work the mic. That’s for the young bards

taking up the cause of democracy

on guard for careful, detailed dreams, words,

and SPRING when all of justice is applied.

The wronged, the martyred, those silenced with pain,

the pain of being human in contact

with the underside of history. DOWN WALL

that breaks apart a people left on one

side and those scattered and policed and wracked

with violence engineered by some “human”—

is that what they call themselves? Then I say,

I am not human but a voice of LOVE

to the victims of torture. America?

America? Now, who will sing your PRAISE?

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Peace, Women, Bliss, Clouds

Beautiful daybreak written in cloudpuffs,

If I speak to you through the trees, will you

Respond? Will you tell of where you’ve come from

and how are things over that way padam

padam padam Will you tell me of it

and when I grow, I’ll remember my youth,

spent chasing rainbows through anchored

down hallways, over staircases, and cruel

mockeries. And now that I return in a spiral

engraved with reverse quantities of bliss

bliss that springs from every tip of Life count

of unlimited numerals, Love, Pride, Peace,

Dignity for my People, women, girls,

in the Borderlands States and POET’S RIGHTS.

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Verse of Peace for Victims of Violence

Poem, grant me authority to write you

into being, a song of depression

converting to peace by the line number

realizing its worth is transcendent

to soar as a rocket ship with a man

whose wife was shot in Arizona

back at home. So, why when I speak of verse,

do I say it is not poetry, non,

it is Veracity, what else, what else?

The need to be alone and beheld, LOVE,

beyond my ten fingertips, the screen’s width,

it is me, a caramelized voice, sweet, burnt,

wet by the temperature of flames OILED

LETTERS. Peace for the Victims of Violence.

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I Made an Altar for my Verse

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Me Hice Un Altar con Mi Verso

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Lit MACHO Borges 1

NOBELS none too NOBLE: ONE BORGES

Yes Borges was a Master. There’s no Doubt

about it though a little tedious

when you get right down to it. Sure he WROTE

himself to Blindness. What’s new to Poets

Finding some way to reduce the Stone Glare

of Existence? Renaissance Miniatures

sold off at Wall Street via the Cyclops,

CEO’s, and Senators. And yet, what does Respond

him, the LitMacho? Does he take up his Spear

and RESIST? Or does he simply TAG all

the Dudes in his Social Network? Scribing

away at the drop of a Dime like this: Here!

My 10 part Double Standard Font: A DOSE.

of your Medicine; together we’re DAMNED

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Lit Macho Rape: Fitzgerald, Zelda

He tried to impress her by his writing

He wrote the first American novel

you might say. And, yes j’accorde his craft fine

and intricate was worthy of its real.

But then again why was he writing well

detailed letters to her psychiatrists?

as if defunct, disposable, and dank

was Zelda the Creator When her heart

was the one he devoured for his ART.

Her wax mold was destroyed for his PRINT WoRK.

And then when she attempted to Publish

her writing, he RAGED that her POETRY

might rhyme, allude, exhibit its GOOD WORTH.

Or was it a case of LITMACHO RAPE?

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Shut Down Oooops The Government

Shut down the government, (a black dude’s fault)

And lynch the American Dream once the

Guillotine sold off to an Antique

Dealer, and throw in the Documents, Arts,

and Sciences. Take it all for NOtTop Dollar,

it’s just a Nation ah ha ha ha.  Across the

Pacific from here to there the Earth

Is still Round. While the Misers in Congress

Are doing their Jive and gathering the Deeds

They can Stuff in their Pockets as Hand-Outs

To Corporate Stenchmen and Women. Out Out

Like that Diva Nicky Diaz and tell em up Straight:

“I’m still due my Pay and my Dignity.”

Shut down the Government.  Ooops I’m Sorry.

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I Will Master Derek Walcot

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the squirrel who then dropped a bomb.

The day that I fled because I was scared
as all fuck of the people around me
with their belches and below-the-belt horrors
sorry ass pimps of quagmire hush sums,
and then along came a little squirrel 
with her nuts in a sack and an EXIT
door. She strutted over all the hierarchies
of genera, class, and species, to drop one
at a time, a nut at a large loud bell
with a huge gaping wound and a belly 
button-for-a-Timber. A boom pop crack
That's that said the squirrel who then dropped a bomb.

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There was a FIght in Class

It was me against my Students and like
Carlos Otero, there I was, pounding 
on them. "Oh no, you will not assume this
position, youth, you've got some tough shit up
ahead. Watcha gonna do? Let these these
people who don't have a clue tell you what
to do and how to feel see and eat it? 
What's wrong with them anyhow? Must they
stare at a girl one quarter the age of the sow
in his terrible costumes and short shredded
pants? What is this some circus for hacks?
Get it straight right here, all of you, see that
door. One day I will leave and I won't be back
because I claimed my rights as a Woman



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and this one's for the Dream Act--Georgia Sky

and this one's for the Dream Act here it's AT
going down to Georgia, so Beautiful,
getting in some Face Time with a Justice
System.  Hey, what's this Line for? Is it, well,
is it what I was hoping for? A chance
to graduate and give back my Country
to me.  Give it back, my Destiny, See:
I never Chose you and yet I became
more me once I claimed you as my Own,
Like hey sweet hood of mine, Barrio te amo
besides we have the Largest magnolias
and when they are blooming, you can Sense that
IDK, that there's something much Bigger
than me and that's why it's a Dream Dipper.







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To THe Boys in Long Beach

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I Made a New Mind with the Hatred

And so in the breaking

I made new a mind

And took from the masters

Their surprise

Which as a fellow breakage

Might enter

In the pages. And that’s

The door that opened

For a Poet

The door she Shuts

On her Perpretrators

For Good

For Ever

Like A Sonnet

Never Written

Or Composed

A Thousand Times

Over

To Make A BowTie

Of Evil Shadows,

To Knit in Iron

A Dove

And her Flowers

To Mark in the History

Of Letters

And Humanities

That here stood a Woman

For HER RIGHTS

And WON THEM

Many were her Adversaries

Many were their Methods

Many were their Apologists

Many were their Aiders.

And one little Nerd against the Turmoil, The Tide, and the Grit

Who sang to her Kids

“what makes that little ant

think he can move a rubber tree plant?”

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a latino in submission

A latino in submission

Who must cock the doodle do

Is such a stranger to dignity.

It’s a wonder he’s not dead

Albeit everything he touched

Has lost its heads.

Oh the monster slayer

Robot, the dint in his eyes

For some  nasty  violence

Abuse

Oh that that does raise concern.

So we will publicly flay her,

An idiot savant

All that she speaks of

Makes no sense.

Instead we are one.

This struggle has begun

And begun

Many times

For a latino

In submission

A yoke

To

A

YO!

Yo no aguanto más

Su sincero servidor

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Latinos and 500 Years of Semantic Erratum

We get in our tussles, we fight over

Meaning. Like my friend and I we can’t

agree. He says I should never refer

to us as Latinos, and I agree yet

I still do it because that’s what history

has decided makes the most sense. Again,

I know it’s a misnomer, a tragic

erratum that’s never been corrected.

So what do we do defy 500

years of Semantic pollution. Framers

of the First Latino Constitution

have yet to be named, approved, and Conferred.

I have decided to remain neutral

Which is all I can do from the Shadows.

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2 Ediths: TO EDITH WILSON and EDITH

TO EDITH WILSON and EDITH

I was one or so, I guess, maybe two

For there is a photograph of the two

of us as a portrait.  Not one but two

Ediths, she and I and stilled-wheels. Two

dimensions doubled twice. A being two-

selfed, as I said in line 1; and of two-

aspects in one poem as I would need two-

in-one to travel. As one we went, two

wings for Evon’s flight. Number 1 and 2.

Iambic Edith Iambic for two

To make it together, one needs but two

Parts. Traveling by day and night, two

Halves of Oranges, of Moons. No doubt two

Solar Systems at points joine one and two.

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Morris Heirloom Name

Morris Heirloom Name

And so, you see, I took the Road to Love!

I took the Path to Melody. I stored

Within myself the necessary Trove

Of poems. What more could I have kept aboard?

Now, thrown out on the Open sea, my home

no less, an Apogee, Strait of Tumult,

repose, Triumph, and failure. My wholesome

whole of being all that I am, a Boat

a Boat I sang to land on the surface

of the Hudson River, there, next to a ({{{}}}) hill,

a fulcrum of a 30 somethingness

along with my two imps, we treaded well,

in peace and at times, in war for a name

that was handed to us in a poem.

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The Boss Man and His Madame

THE BOSS MAN AND HIS MADAME

I watched the Boss man and his Lady stare

at me. And the others, Board of Trustees

just as hateful they glared at my figure—

this Self made of love between geniuses

denied and deprived. In their solution,

I came forward—a Low Yellow, caramel,

Africanesque and Indian, White, what Else?

For, this is what I felt: The Gaze of males

repeating itself. Breasts a woman won’t make

when Brotherhood is their first loyalty.

Privileged, cruel, stepmother who desecrates

me ethnically, sexually, and ablely,

If we were match made in your Abuses,

aren’t we also conjoined in Verses?

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What will this Door lead to Evon C. Morris?

What will this Door lead to Evon C. Morris?

One thing saved the life of my Father, saved

me too: poems, verse, these letters in the dark

that are cast along a wall that’s paved

with such intense and personal demarks

that are all but resignation reversed

and rephrased as stubbornness which my son,

his grandson says “works.”  And so it is work

that redeems us of all of our sins.

What work exists in a poem that’s averse

to sticking it to the innocent poor,

and naming one’s terror superior

to the loss of naivety. What will this door

lead to if not self-ruination, shame,

and illness? It will lead to a proud name.

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RISE BROTHER RISE: Made Men with my Verse

 Here’s my Trigger. Please don’t Pull it. CODA:

“Don’t tell her she’s Invisible,” Hey ay!

Did I ask you to speak for me? There You …

GO. Now you’ve done exactly what I begged

you not to do. Remember, line 1 Up

There! >< Getting it Together Stronger Day

past Another, zooming past the Cones, SLOW

Turtle Like, “Road Worker: a Handsome Crew!”

As I linger in my evenness their

muscles exhibit themselves, All for ME.

(and because I need this) I Gaze Full Glare

at them in their Boots dust-covered, regrown

from Stubble or Stumps emasculated

by their Oppressors, made men with my Verse.

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Robin Hood Love Rat

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Freedom of Sonnet Styles: Click to Open

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Little Daddies Coffee Table GLAM Revolution

POmoNa Fruit Queens: Si Se Puede Little Daddies

There’s no Person where I used to Exist.

A smile that Left returns Synthetic,

a careful Art, Pretense, and a Façade,

in company of my Little Daddies.

You see I am an Empty woman filled

again by Something (and my other selves).

Its Death by a thousand Erasures, Oh?

Give it Power then! May the best Fighter

be known not for Winning but for forcing

a new Reality that GLOWS GLITTER
GLAM. “Stop by Jaguar for some of this Ice.”

Queens of Verse and Sirens with Feroz

Passions can soon take the Stage: Paris Burns

Phoenix Rising Coffee Table Revolution.

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Tirados a la manera del Romántico

Si no fuera delincuente de orgullo

Me aprendería major al castellano

Entonces no hablarán de mi rancho

como si no tuviera su experiencia

y sus propios negocios y idioma.

Hablante de medios sin recursos

se hace de pocas palabras Poeta

que junta y enreda en el laso Arte

poquita influencia desde las locas

y músicos, Una herencia: todo parte

Hecho Completa con suficientes pasos

Tirados a la manera del Romántico

  

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What is Damage to Art, Hollywood?

What is Damage to art, Hollywood? Truth

or prevision, a gothic with charms, Gigs

good ones. It’s unimaginably Right

for me and how I see Things Like instead

of caring so much about details,

and not doing anything about them,

just letting things go to the point of some

return, even if it’s just a poem I forgot

where I heard about it. Around that time,

everything suddenly Changed. It was the same

and yet its own reverse image in dimensions

themselves outward-contracted and then stretched.

Sucking never meant so much to me. Now,

I know why it is Myself who Urks Me.

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Love Beauty Time Eternal

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Love is the Only Medium

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They Called us GenX'ers, Cesar Chavez

They called us Gen-Xers, Mr. Chávez—

We were just Dears with the glare in our face,

the Raza, the community, and Youth,

prospective and respective of what ask

our people (whose people?) By HI-Defs:

those in whose faces we see our own Dreams.

That’s what people are good for, their Vision,

Their Insight, their Trust, their Belief. More

Can be done. Yes all can be done and lived

by our Memory as if for the first time

virgins of peace not-touched by hate by rage

by the insistence that we don’t exist,

as once pronounced yb Ana Castillo,

of course. Women en los files de Poesia.

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Belated Birthday Sonnet to Swapan Basu

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Before I Log Out and Shut Down

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Bark,. Bite, and Bullet

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In its Beak, a Sonnet Dead

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Oh Beautiful for Intricate Letters

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Computer Eros Poetics

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Gyres of Two Points on the Po Spectrum: from union to undocked, to Jesus of course.

Check it out. I met him at the Rally.

He was wearing a button made from Blues

That spoke up in his Eyes. It’s Really

Not that Easy tryin to figure out Truces.

Like Laws look at them, standing over there

with their pant hems rolled up, nice calves, their sleeves

are spotless, shined, and pressed. And whatever

it is that we’re voting for. I trust breeze,

a feeling in the air. Yes it is. Si

se puede, ( como no ) si hubo

para Guerra si hubo para sangre

si hubo para negarles los derechos

a mi Gente y la tuya, somos Uno.

Oyes, crees que si? Asi es es Asi.

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