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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