El Flaco a Cantar Llora y Llora, Deportacion

--no me mata la vida no me mata la muerte, D. Agustini

Cada dia que deportan pasan

De un lado al otro el fenomeno

Mientras el escamado pide pan

las muchachas empiezan con miedos

la madre le platica, “no hay paz

mientras las mentiras valen igual.”

La noche de la luna porvenir

No alcanza tan hondo o profundo

porque en este mundo hay que sufrirlo

palabra sincera momento azul.

No hay duda ni falta en amar

Ni A lo que nunca nadie jamas

Habia visto en pesadilla

el flaco a cantar llora llora

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Momentous Morning

Now while time is light and sighs with moment

when the down of the leaves is expectant

their silver velvet glistens a filament

flames that were retardant becoming green

harken of the day when spring has arrived

leaving everything behind to surmount

the present with its gifts bound to wonder

opening challices open further

forward on its feet the line endures more

disappears to reappear by its force

then the holy answer held to the ear

as silence roars forever more to spare

the quiet of the morning hour here

straddles day and night tomorrow ever.


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Cilensed Sound

I watch, I wonder who else watches, too?
I perceive I am someone in despair
as suited to poetic purposes
as boring as tuning an instrument

what is obsessive and manic and whole
alphabet assures with one caveat
a fire lights the human within it
the nose, throat, guttural, tongue without vowel

breath-seeking expanding the diaphram
for as falling forward prepares a turn
toward truthful expression urges
the forest between speaking and hearing

the diffrenses between S and C cound
as touched by it the word of a found



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A Rose is a Rose Forever Perfume

Peril of rhyme forever perfume is

what has passed makes no difference in it

why it adheres to its music is this

not a reverence for the past gone to bits

but for eternal withdrawal eclipsed

brought to a line to existence within

observed, studied, attached to an instant

though in the earth lies molten its essence

frozen beneath the icicles as mist

seared to stone by a tremendous cinder

and forced to explode for its subsistence

grows from the precipice ancient and course

by becoming itself to unearth its fruit

flourishes against the destructive force

that drives against itself into a rose



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She Joined the Crowd and she Went home Later, Tijuana Ba Ca No

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The Flower of Verse as a Weaponry

If my verses are weapons so be it.

Did I ask them to come here unheeded?

When they knocked on my temples I ignored them.

But as water seeks its level their grandeur

Would not disappear with their afterwards

"Don't bother me now.  I'm preoccupied."

Doubly their insistence would continue.

"We are not done with you yet said the Muses,"

One seemed a bit shier than the others

who though they were kind were also abstruse

while she merely handed me a wheel.

It spun from my hand a flower in bloom

Silken and green as it grew changed its hue

and in the palm of my hand it was woven











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Ode to the Epithet

Few words are more powerful, Epithet,
than you, your attitude antiatic,
(a word Marti coined for his verses,
syncretic but postulates of a timber
its roots, leaves, branches, bough and petal,
combines a reflection in candle light
Phosphorous greening a wick in time
brightens fulminating an existence
a je ne sais quo, what do you call it?
In shorthand a Human spirit sandalled
wearing a weave of deciduous silk
alive in the dust powder crystal sands
impressed on the surface's hallowed veil
as it is lifted betrays history
sings into its profoundly heared beating
the pulse of an incubus cautioned yellow
for fear of forgetting, remembered rail..

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Lloro un Rio

Las Malas se arman con sus pretextos

buscan manera de hacernos fosos

el anonimo suspiracion del horror

seca el viento sus lagrimas oh no!

polvo regresa ser polvo y carbon

vale la vida un pedazo del sol

la llama mas verde esclarecio

que cada  vez que muere mi hermano

yo tambien lo acompano testigo

salen por de abajo del milagro

que por ser tan brillante al odio

ressonando acrimonio y furor

el Amor que suficiente amplio

llega a la orilla y lloro un rio

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I love my Father and Mother, a Verse

I love my mother I love my father 

 

each gave everything to make me myself 

 

no andes en la calles estudia

 

there is no better time than forever 

 

my love is more ancient than theatre

 

hay mas tiempo que vida, hijita,

 

on earth were the angels brought together 

 

by mercy its restlessness or passion

 

belief in unbelievability

 

what is beautiful is also precious

 

that Bobby Burn’s built a house in the field

 

with made best plan and dimensioner small

 

to shatter be it all would offend love

 

of a master for a smaller creature

 

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La Vida Original, Madre

Los cambiazos que saben saber, ay,

 

sale saliendo igual, hijita,

 

no hay nadie en la vida mas triste

 

de tal palo salta la astilla

 

empieza y va creciendo cada vez le arranco un pedazo y le doy

 

despues va salir la luna ay vela

 

hijole esperate quiero decir 

 

lo quise ser shake n bake, sabes como?

 

mira te ensciendio la mente, vealo

 

there’s never going to be another one

 

es special original not 1 more

 

look, showing with the hands, it will ( rupture )

 

no habls asi que pensarian?

 

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El Pocho Chicano y El Gacho Maniobra

El Pocho Chicano y El Gacho Maniobra

(hay los que luchan toda la vida, Brecht)

At times the only chance you have--it's not easy

so you go becoming a part of it (oh well)

who else gonna go down to the trenches of hell?

the price of a purchase, the petty disasters

imagine how they are in the bedroom, the best?

I doubt it. Have you heard his Spanglish, it's rehearsed.

It has neither the eagerness of a Pocho

nor the chance Chicanos could recognize Ocho

because counting past 1 is atrocious again...

Oh how unsatisfying to know a Gacho

El tipo who'd sell the last dress off of Glamour

SPitting on a martyr a compromised regret

like these old Putos who eat cake with the Monster

and ask for their honor on a silver platter

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