I Know How Gregor Felt: Cockroaches and Brown Buffalo

I know how Gregor felt, obsessed by Beauty,
the Picture on the Wall evermore Real
than Brittle joints of Legs that aren't ours;
one day upon waking, they're Part of us
along with a Carapace and shrieking
sounds. No, not so Loud but discernible
as Buzzwords, Insect Lingo, Ya estufas!
What matters anyway asked el Pachuco?
Life has no Value, no vale Nada
la Vida. Enter el Anthropollywog
flashing signs of its MentalGhettoWorld:
Our liberal Values have made us Sublimer
"Such Experts are biased toward Cockroaches!"
the Brown Buffalo once more objected.

Organically Grown Edible Petals

My Poems run on Clean Fuel Energy.

Dipthongs, assonance, Lines of Prosody

that take the Curves of Language==run it straight==

a Bridge, a Stanza, Hurry Up. It's short

by one Beat. Re-arrange it. Make it fit.

Sound, Race to the end of the Line High Speed.

Or cruise thine Circumference silken let-

ters. Oh my! you are of Richest Thread count.

See you shine you shine you shine you shine you

are Mine, my reader, please don't you desert

me ever Again.  I have no toxic 

Waste. No ThumbPrint. I am the Essence Oil

No Fossil fuels are consumed Son Mis Words
organically grown Edible petals.

This is History Speaking

Oyes tu! Escusame, as we say

in the D.R. This is history speaking.

I recall my solitary dungeon

very well.  Driven out of libraries,

down into the gutter, all my faithful scribes

go to the gallows, guillotine, and pyres.

I saw the wire fences of ghettoes,
refugee camps, barrios, favelas

and all the villages holding their strength

against oblivion and prostitution.

I remember every detail

from the Inquisition to the 14^th

Amendment. I was at the Continental

Congress. I took Notes! I won’t be silenced!

Hello Sweden over there so Lovely We're not Mere Immigrants

Hello Sweden over there so Lovely

and Russia, South Korea, Mexico

you can see this right? Verdad? Mississippi

Yes you everyone whose Eyes hold me

Come here  –Catch this and that, my Heart and Soul,

our humanication. We the people

know though we are degraded high and low

that we are no longer mere Immigrants.

We are your victimized classes and poor.

Though it seems we're not Movers and Shakers
in these very Stressful Times, we can reMake
the World by Mandate of Art for Art's Sake

Ingenuity Soliloquy none

but the best and our memory as  One.