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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Occupied by a Border

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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Beauty Butterfly Drove: Wall Street Verse

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Saturday, October 15, 2011

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.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

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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Friday, September 2, 2011

I am Human : Los de Abajo

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Sunday, August 28, 2011

Freedom is Love of Beauty

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Saturday, July 30, 2011

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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Saturday, June 4, 2011

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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Thursday, May 26, 2011

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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Friday, May 6, 2011

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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Thursday, May 5, 2011

Mother

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Wednesday, May 4, 2011

APache and Our Fencelessness

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No don't raise the Veil on Death

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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

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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Monday, May 2, 2011

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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Sunday, May 1, 2011

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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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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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Monday, April 25, 2011

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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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

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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Sunday, April 17, 2011

I Made an Altar for my Verse

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Me Hice Un Altar con Mi Verso

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Sunday, April 10, 2011

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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Friday, April 8, 2011

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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Thursday, April 7, 2011

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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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

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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Monday, April 4, 2011

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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Saturday, April 2, 2011

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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Friday, April 1, 2011

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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Thursday, March 31, 2011

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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Tuesday, March 29, 2011

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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Monday, March 28, 2011

Oh Beautiful for Intricate Letters

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Computer Eros Poetics

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Saturday, March 26, 2011

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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