Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
lentamente se arrastra
sobre el concreto
mal de nuestro tiempo
no se arrastra porque esté herida
ni está muerta
el agua está hirviendo a su lado
el peligro es tan grande
que lo ignora
no alcanza a verlo
mi sangre también hierve
¿por qué no nos tenemos miedo?
es el mal de nuestros días
la indiferencia
nos gana de momento
es sólo un mar de concreto
imán de todos los males
sitio idea para un fin
para un comienzo
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
big holes in the tanker
as it approaches us
spectators with sanitized brains
older smiles
and foreign languages
foot on the brake
large metal opening
in the middle of the street
laughter is in the background
music in the forefront
the wind blows the chairs away
the bathroom opens
and a face of pain enters
sprinkling blood on the floor
Monday, October 25, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
2 symbols
are better than one
because silence speaks louder than words
it brakes time
making unstoppable pictures
it changes everything
every single moment
it creates life
it makes death
it oils the wheels of commerce
with the lubricant of innocence
it brakes your teeth
it manufactures wisdom
in the most unforgettable way
Friday, October 15, 2010
i killed a spider
with the sole of my shoe
she was stricken
and my shoe was broken in
she climbing up the door
she the daughter
of the spider that bit me
i think i know where the mother is
poison is a cruel death
a crushing death might be too humane
a tiny black widow
inexperienced & traveling
on aluminum
that alone should have kill her
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
the girl
walks eating the letters
on her blouse
listening to small imports
honking their compact horns
driving through red lights
stop signs that serve as her eyes
fish market glances
glazed finished stares
your wheel of fortune
is not fast enough
they better call the red cross
because when they lay there
on their blood
bearing the smell of liquid red
they will see a shimmer of light
reflecting on the whitest of teeth
between the lips
in the center of the smile
of the paramedic sitting
next to you
the van will move slowly
through the night
on wet streets
wailing your name
spitting it loudly
through its
public address system
Thursday, October 7, 2010
los federales cruise
the same streets i do
they have a brand new car
new uniforms
government health care plan
paid vacation
confiscated lives
we drive under the same haven
tread on the same pavement
burn the same gas
look at the same stop signs
they write tickets
i write poems
they wear bulletproof vests
i write poems
they carry pistols
i write poems
they are incidental bureaucrats
i am an incidental poet
workers of wrath
i write poems
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
half your laughter seems like a good price
a fair price to indulge in
the cost to keep the machine moving
the parts screeching
the horns honking
the metal twisting
an orchestra of your defiance
playing so close to your ears
massaging your soul
with the music of your heart
patience is only for those
who want to remain alive
who want to keep breathing
smiling in the midst of
a pond of adversity
Monday, October 4, 2010
language sometimes
is only a tongue
nothing more
it is the way you move it
to bring some meaning
into the noise that it utters
there is something animalistic
about a moving tongue
tasting with it
feeling with it
wrestling with it
cow tongue
hiding inside a tortilla
under the cover of red salsa
bloody tongue
visited by angry fangs
bleeding red salt
painting pink gums
neighbors of crowns
of cavities made
by explosions of sugar
the greatest of all traitors
is the tongue
it betrays you
each and every time
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
and so it began to rain
the children shouted with excitement
and i was resting on the most comfortable sofa
listening to the music
that teardrops like to make
every raindrop
is a shed tear
so much sadness can bring
plenty of stimulation
if the children are happy
then it's all worthwhile
the suffering of adults
feeds the happiness of infants
the trials of consenting adults
are the nutrition of the future
the fear & confusion of adults
is the bridge to an illusion
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
the morning is the best time
to preview
the faces of the day
you wake up
thinking with the wrong head
you open your eyes
and try to make sense of the moment
when you just leave it alone
and keep breathing as if you were sleeping
but with the intent
of wakefulness
it is there
when the faces you never seen before
appear in the corners of your eyes
in between the curtains
you know they are waiting for you
sitting by an outside table
someplace sunny
someplace windy & dusty
inside a very different world
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
the lady agent signaled me
to stop for a revision
i got my self in-line and waited my turn
(a matter of moments)
"what color did you get?"
asked the agent
"green"
"okay then, open your trunk"
when i opened the trunk he asked:
"the coffee maker... how much did it cost you?"
i could tell he liked my coffee maker
"17 dollars plus tax"
"16?"
"17 dollars plus tax"
he looked at me
i looked at him
go ahead sir, you may continue"
he said.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
in the morning
and at other times of the day too
but specially in the morning
if you want to live life the best
there's is coffee
some like it with sugar
other with honey
i think it taste fine without neither
it is an acquired taste
if your are sick
caffeine will do the trick
if you are sad
the black brew
will give you good luck
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
the truck is a ghost
an old ghost ready for the junkyard
it can not pull a box anymore
it can only frighten
dandy doodle inspectors
the car
was all patched up
the side that almost hit us
was pink
the rest of it
was all kinds of colors
like a rainbow
a rainbow that was not able
to ran us off the road
the truck
had a conspiratorial smile
therefore spookier
even though it was falling apart
it could still do a lot of damage
Monday, September 20, 2010
the girl held
a dandelot in her hand
but my arab friend
looked like the engine who ran away
an engine worked without oil
i asked him if he was bought out
but he looked offended
i will make more money now
he said
i will put my product
in all the supermarkets of america
he added
when he gave me a sample
i did not hanged it
from my rear view mirror
no need for trend setting
no political statement
i placed it
under my seat
and it's fragrance exploded
and nobody was able to tell what it was
like fruits
in a tree
color doesn't matter
if it is hidden competition
Sunday, September 19, 2010
the calendar of the world
sits on concrete chairs
you don't tell
those you love
about the pain
pain for the highest bidder
pain in all sizes & colors
pain as a teacher
pain as an enemy
pain as an ingredient
pain as a detergent
because it always hangs around
it began with the first cry
and it continues until the last breath
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
the movement of an arm
can change history
exchanged words
between strangers
are more profitable
than the exchange of monies
the exchange of stories
is more amusing
than the exchange of lovers
the music is the truth
one of the most obvious truths out there
as natural as walking
or stretching your fingers
hypnotic like cutting vegetables
or filleting fish
biting apples
or walking in the zoo
or listening to the voice
of a speaker
as he gives the latest instructions
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
it appears
and then it disappears
at the most awful of times
the world is drenched
with sadness when this happens
it's not amusing
like before
damaging your seconds
your understanding
walks head down towards a truck
to be converted into
the fruits of the earth
fatigue concentrates on survival
on the important things in life
Monday, September 13, 2010
is this your shopping cart?
no
do you want one?
yes
she stepped away from the cash registered
spoke to a guy handling some cardboard
and then came back with a cart
here you go sir
thank you
you welcome
i felt a little awkward
for inconveniencing the lady
but she was really helpful & pleasing
life was important to her
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
the coach seems convinced
a structure can be used
as a flying object
he plays with his hands
and not with his feet
as if this were
wrestling or jujitsu
this guy doesn't play by ear
he plays by touch
i suppose it would be okay
if he was a boxer
but this is the wrong sport
this the wrong teaching
the wrong way to go about it
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
i am afraid to see the doctor
he will want to do surgery
i don't want to go in
he said
fear is not
what drives decisions
fear
will only hurt you
a lot more
your world
will change regardless
it already has
don't waste
what you have manage to save
don't try to hold on
to something that hurts you
something that hurts others
let go
go in
open your eyes
close your mouth
and listen
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
if you keep up like this
things will change forever
you will never be the same
an operation will be needed
once you have a surgery
it is never what it was
you will have pain for life
and you will not be able to do things
like you do them now
i suggest you listen to your doctor
and do exactly as he tells you
i understand your concerns
you have lost something
but if you are defiant
you will lose more
count your loses
and lick your wounds
you been been touched
this is not the time
to become a flying cabin
stop contact
no more holding
no more touching
let them go
children always go
they will leave you regardless
they always do
they don't belong to you
they belong the one
the keeps them alive
Monday, September 6, 2010
saw her again
walking with her daughter
more distressed
fatigued & overwhelmed
and before
days ago
outside the supermarket
tired & exhausted
and years ago
in love with exercice
her father in love with money
my friend in love with her
now she walks withered
now she looks weathered
she remains moneyed
Sunday, September 5, 2010
i was waking
down the dirt road
and i heard
moaning & lamenting
i looked in the direction
of the sound
and saw a cowboy
with a bloody face
walking slowly & limping
"can you help me? i am hurt"
"i can get you an ambulance"
"no, please take me to los arcos with my compadre"
"i better get you an ambulance you look pretty beat up"
"please, please take me with my compadre
"okay, i'll get a car"
when we were in the car
on the dusty road
he said
"she wouldn't listen to me"
"what happened to her?"
"she's gone"
"how long you been walking?"
"a long time"
"are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?"
"no, my compadre will take care of me"
when we entered the compound
2 guys helped him out of my car
one had a beer in his hand
the other wore a cowboy hat
the guy with the hat
wave me good bye
the guy with beer shook my hand
i looked a the seat
the window
the dashboard
and did not see any blood
Friday, September 3, 2010
the truck
from the electric company
makes less noise now
the driver
doesn't seem so happy
but that's the nature of work
her hair flows like the wings of a raven
with sunglasses on she instructs her son
the produce section is visited
by generational hysteria
pleasant acknowledgment of age
this time there are no questions
about glass or metal
nobody is looking for flavor around here
Thursday, September 2, 2010
treatment has picked up speed
it is as fast as saying hello
or catching a grin
with the corner of your eye
as quick as passing
by a smiling wife & an angry husband
or caressing pets
that belong to future mothers
the velocity of a stare
that does not see conventional weapons
just flesh & blood
further intervention might be needed
therapy of physics
cultivation of understanding in the morning
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
her profile seemed familiar
that angry look
her eye as if were
molded by pressure
from the inside out
she looked taller though
hence angrier
attitude with a mission
i was so happy
that we did not know each other
thankful because there was no
need to talk to one another
we were just watching
and listening
Monday, August 30, 2010
at the super store
i asked for turkey ham
the butcher even gave me a sample
and it was good
she placed the meat
on the scale
then wrapped it
and said i would received
a discount at the register
not too long ago
i was on the other side of the counter
cutting meat & fish and sometimes myself
at home
as i made turkey sandwiches
i noticed in the middle of the package
a piece of pork
sliced into an asterisk
i was going to throw to the garbage can
but out of respect
i took a bite
and chewed considering
and knowing
how butchers suffer
so others can eat
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
the right numbers
are leveling
the playing field
the radius has duality
visual echos of metal
contacts have diminished
but they have not disappeared
you will never rest-easy again
when we walked towards my mother's house
an elder on the sidewalk
confirmed it was time to eat again
he had food wrapped in a plastic bag
held by his experienced hands
his eyes changed colors
like the stations of the year do
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
the cloud is so nitid
hanging from the blue skies
but the the skull
marches steadily
on the concrete
bureaucratic cars
line the street
the electric company
needs a new truck
the one that almost hit us
makes to much noise
the couple
has lunch on the grass
we read in the park
the kids
speed away in a german car
and there's a hot rod
making the rounds
we remembered
we left the stove on
we race home
saying hello to the elders
we find on our way
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
the 2 lawyers
were inside
the hardware store
"your case is doing fine"
she said
"thank you"
i said
"there just making corrections with surnames"
"i see"
"but it should be fine"
"i"ll send the number tonight"
i said
"thank you"
she said
it was a surprise to see them there
it was a good idea to hire her
these girls don't only know there law
they also know their hardware
the ants
were on the countertop
perhaps she felt embarrassed
and decided to cast poison
on them
i wondered for a moment
if i wasn't there
would she let them be?
i wanted to tell her
that ants are not dirty
they seldom sting
and that jesus christ likes ants
but it was too late
there was poison everywhere
i guess they were uninvited guests
in her house
i understand these things
she wanted to make a good impression
because i was there
she saw ants
dancing on the counter top
she didn't know i like ants
she kills ants
then i was concerned
with cleanliness
it is dangerous to cook
on a kitchen stained with poison
Monday, August 23, 2010
agosto died
on agosto street
his own pavement
conspired against him
the summer
took him away
and placed him
in a line
of blessed memory
agosto
was killed
by his own family
they could not
resist the temptation
of the wind
agosto's lifeless body
laid on the street of valor
his dogs
liking at it
then nabbing at it
then biting off
his out of date tissue
i wanted to
kill them dogs
i wanted to
see if agosto's corpse
would turn fragrant
agosto
had the face
of a painted angel
proper for a set of china
or an ad for designer jeans
Friday, August 20, 2010
"you don't remember me do you?"
"no, who are you?"
"i worked on your bus when no one else could"
the seventies station wagon
cruised slowly on the boulevard
the guy with my name
was behind the wheel
the iron worker
his brother
my brother & i
were also inside
"go fast like you did the other day"
said the iron worker
"yes, go fast. give it gas"
said his brother
the driver just stared
though the windshield
"yes, go fast!"
i said
but he drove slow
politely & safely
till we got home
Thursday, August 19, 2010
mi madre is muy difícil de partir...
trust me... i know...
***********************************
2616 calle farallon
playas de tijuana
is a great address
it is a great house
it has 3 stories
the right color
it is green
i think i even saw
some balconies
a red japanese car
gas saver
and grey japanese suv
for off road purposes
equipped with a roof rack
in the garage
there is a vw bug
a bug
that's funny
i want this house
i want this house bad
it could be
just like overton
but sunnier
summery & watery
instead of red wine
we could have
a little bit of tequila
i think they'll appreciate that
2 little girls
were on the garden
so cute
so innocent
all of this is very good
3 floors
one for my kid
the other one for my other kid
the third one
for my baby & i
(yes, yes, you know who you are)
we can help more this way
no need for a big supper
biting raw meet can be painful
and besides
possessions are just
instruments of trade
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
say you are sorry and we’ll call it even
“papá leave him alone”
“you don’t want an apology?”
“leave him alone, it was an accident”
“but i do want an apology”
the engineer
alberto is his name
has a surname that evokes
one revolutionary & one rose
“i don’t think he did it on purpose but i will find a way to punish him”
alberto said
“all I wanted was an apology”
i said
“le cayó una piedra al niño”
“es mi área de trabajo”
“si lo toca otra piedra no te la vas acabar”
all of the sudden
the rocks he was lifting
seemed very heavy
to the point that he could not lift them
“sorry”
said alberto
“you are doing a great job here”
i told him
and then we rode away
near the ocean
is were i have my best friends
o'neil's house is still there
cruz's sisters live on the same street
the hotel in the corner
la bardita that no longer exists
invisibly remains
there's always room for more friends
friendly dogs that bark and chase
but do not bite
the boys maneuver their bikes just fine
my front tire missed the pair
of the tiny canines
but not the wrath of the owner's son
i wonder if he's a firstborn
he sure can run fast with beach flip flops
his youthful joints
did not seem to be bothered
by the pavements impact
he held a spray can on his hand
and enough resolve to take me on
i had my knife
and my startled kids behind me
i figured i would
get a little red paint on myself
but i would do fine
he's daddy watched from afar
his thorax is well defined
under the black designer t shirt
i would like to see
his strong heart
beating to the pulse of existence
with the rhythm of understanding
i think he can take it
if his daddy raised him well enough
he will do fine
Sunday, August 15, 2010
the girl with the scar
under the sun
a scar like yours
a scar like mine
living her dream
a dream tossed by others
she also
kicks the ball
like a superstar
the guy on
the balcony of second floor
beer in hand
ocean view in his eyes
calls out for me
¡míralo essse...!
i waived
and waited for him
to come down
thinking i should
ask for a beer
in return for my time
but he wasn't feeling lucky
and he did not came out
through that first floor door
so we proceeded towards the beach
ate & drank
and watched the people
play in the water
play on the sand
the ice cream man
stopped by
and washed his hands
with salty water
and then left
i lifetime
of ice & snow
will drive anyone crazy
we also moved on
ridding our bikes
on the waterfront
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
i cut the the medical tape
strip by strip
arranged side by side
near the forearm
ready to go
fastened the bandages
soaked with antibiotics
this is better than duct tape
or crazy glue
the pain killer works fine
tomorrow will be good
we have plenty of medicine
tons of desire
little packages of energy
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
grinning in a green car
movements of lips
from across the street
sometimes reading facial muscles
is poetry moving in opposite directions
the helicopter
is flying towards the ocean
it almost collides with a seagull
let's follow it
and take a drive
by the sea
and see how the sun sets
as i think of cars
and time and smalltalk
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
"how long was the wait today?"
"more than an hour"
"okay"
i drove away thinking about his question
remembering some comments
some years ago
something like:
"hey, you are the guy who keeps time?"
and i said yes
or whatever
or something like that
because i felt like
i was making time
in some stupid time machine
every morning
and every night
Sunday, August 8, 2010
in the circle
everybody had their guitars
when it was my turn to play
i thought to myself
i don't need this instrument
i placed it aside
and spoke:
la noche suelta carcajadas
como baldes de agua fría
i wait for you in the limousine
he said
we walked inside the bar
and ordered a cocktail
"are you sure you know what you are doing?"
"yes"
"you should be careful"
"okay"
we walked back
and the limo was not there
then we boarded the old car
and drove away
with my stomach tense
with a smile on my face
Saturday, August 7, 2010
the girl speaks
into a public telephone
she looks apprehensive
i order popcorn
a large soda without ice
behind me a man speaks to his children
he talks about eating in the sky
everybody is stretching
it is summer
and i stretch too
making extensions of nerves
contractions of muscles
nobody i know enjoys cramps
hidden in plastic bags
Thursday, August 5, 2010
competition kissing rubber
stretching net awareness of children
codified in small pieces of paper
symbols of infancy
if you place them near your ear
you will hear laughter
stroller pushers
lift up their lips
as if kissing the wind
walkers
walking fast
walking slow
walkers
feeling the sun
in the snow
the woman
and her son
walked inside the shop
she looked at me said
buenas tardes
her accent weathered with nicotine
she addressed the clerk
and ordered black ink
her son stared and the linoleum
as if trying to read his future
on the stains next to his feet
this is not a walk in the park
because i can see
and they are starting to run
and i feel like disintegrating
blending and becoming one
with the synthetic grass
because of this
i know it's time to go
at the taco shop
the owner knocked on wood
as we walked towards our table
then they brought us
carne asada and melted cheese
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
happiness on the side of the road is
2 children smiling
with a puppy between them
a dump truck
burping last night's dinner
stopping at the liquor store
i passed her by
her lips are slightly opened
the school bus driver
doesn't look angry anymore
she drives slowly up the hill
a sunset
with the aftertaste of diesel
its windows plastered with dilated eyes
Saturday, July 31, 2010
hoy me sentí
como uno de los niños
que describe fromm
pero las alas
no eran de mariposa
tenían plumas
una ves más comprobé
que el amor
puede provocar lluvia
teñir la grava
mover las hojas del árbol
hacer ríos
activar los instrumentos
que se adentran en la tierra
modificar las transmisiones
que habitan en el aire
transformar las cartas de amor
en instructivos técnicos
en anteproyectos a larga distancia
Friday, July 30, 2010
face down
that's how i remember him last
dreadful thoughts
ran through my veins
it is always a sad thing
when the demise of someone you know
is inevitable
face down again
inside the casket
as if he were kissing the floors
of the cathedral
face down
because of the weight of god
face down
dripping blood
like saliva
on a pillow
face down
as he climbed the mountain
for the very last time
Thursday, July 29, 2010
you want to take her for a ride
he asked
i looked at her
she was sturdy
white and tall
she has new tires
she's old
but she's good
he said
i reached for the seat belts
played with the electric seat controls
inserted the key
and turned it
she started to purr
take the highway he said
pronouncing each word
with a european accent
on the road
i pressed
with my right foot
you can put her in fifth you know...
he suggested
i looked at the gears
i did not see a number 5
all i saw was a D
step on the clutch
he said
i released the one pedal
and pressed the other one
he shifted to D
and i increase the velocity
and she was purring more than ever
i like the way she feels
i said
my brother drove her
and did not wanted to stop
he added
when it was time to go
he told me price of D
and gave me a business card
with a seaworthy vessel
printed on it
Monday, July 26, 2010
the guards speak
as their dog licks
the oil stain on the pavement
i tried to read the tattoos
on the forearm
it seems to be a strange language
i can't understand it
i can very easily imagine it says:
have patience
he curses at his pc
punches a few keys
and the suddenly says:
thank you... go ahead
let's go to the park
he suggests as we walk within the warehouse
but lunch consisted of sad faces
distressed glances
and vine-loving middle age women
a walk in the park
is always a good idea
we see
children laughing
couple exercising
men fishing
friends gossiping
mothers walking with their children
birds gliding near the water
cabins passed in front of us
like flying kites
and i teach
as we walk
explaining what happens in the water
and the need for a license to fish
if you go slow
you arrive a little late
but you get there
with a better view
with more of a conscience
on the road
it is better to turn down the volume
caress the radio
as you see the lights
vanishing into the heavens
as you drive
you pay attention
it is when you are able
to become one with those who flee from you
at the threshold
i see the mother of the world
and her sister
they enter & complain about shopping carts
i believe such an apparition to be a good omen
i think of my mother in laws
and realize that we are in the middle
of fruits and vegetables
i walk past single mothers
i go around defeated husbands
i hand pick the best the selection has to offer
as i watch the military officer making a phone call
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
sometimes traffic is not that bad
it is amusing
the see all that movement
at the same time
is not bad
when you have not seen it
in awhile
it is bad
when it becomes
an everyday activity
is not bad
when we can sing a long
to the rhythm
of the rolling blackouts
it is bad
when there is
no other way
when what you see
is what you get
i gave her my passports
and she asked for the keys
she gave me back
my keys and my passports
and picked up the telephone
and said: hooray!
we drove
on the arteries of california
ate their food
bought their wares
watched the girls
playing with their long hair
Sunday, July 18, 2010
A TU MADRE GAVILÁN
La vecina
Maldice a la madre del gavilán
En inglés y en español
Me asomo por la ventana
Porque quiero verlo
Volando o cazando
Comiendo o dando picotazos
Pero sólo veo a la señora bilingüe
Dice que se están comiendo
A sus gallinas
Y la verdad es que
Hay menos pollos que antes
Y más aves de presa
Las he visto volando
Son diferentes
Tecolotes y gavilanes
Los cuervos se han marchado
Saturday, July 17, 2010
the wind enters through the window
it is good to have an ocean nearby
cooling invisible intentions
helping me decipher my dreams
as i tried not to wake up
as i tried to understand
why such a beautiful girl
is asking for a kiss
and when you can not sleep anymore
coffee enters first into your soul
and then it follows the rest of your being
feeling good enough
to count the times the light bulb blinks
to listen the horses neigh
Friday, July 16, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
somebody is making perfume
burnt aroma
travels through the night
the grass has a suntan
a new order
that lingers in your conscience
figures of smog
convey images of the future
i can smell the past
i can see you
transformed by your wishes
aromatic persuasion
dancing clouds of combustion
indication of targets
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
the city streets
are devastated
so i drive around them
i bumped
the asian's car
but it was not on purpose
it was a gentle touch
celebratory like sunshine
and he was cool about it
it wasn't the first time
i navigated across confused intentions
planting my seeds on concrete
it was like the past
only this time
it was easier
Sunday, July 11, 2010
at night the sea
sounds different
it makes the children play
at being superstars
and it makes me
enjoy the fireworks
the darkness
protect us
the ocean's wind
arrives like a prayer
and i think of you
the city lights
enter through the windshield
it look like a big city
one of them says
it feels like las vegas
i think to myself
Saturday, July 10, 2010
goya said
the dream of reason
produces monsters
and then he painted
cute little animals
around the dreamer
who slept on his desk
seems to me
reasoning like that
might have enabled him
to open his personal zoo
not all winged creatures are monsters
the cat sitting beside him
listens carefully to the owl
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
recuperación
el silencio está incrustado
en las cicatrices del mundo
allí siempre ha vivido el silencio
en la inhalación y exhalación
que hacen turismo en las heridas
traigo pedazos de luna en la boca
y el amazonas se ha convertido
en un cesar salad
los comunicados del radio
se convierten en música
la-lie
la-lie
la-lie
la-lie
la-lie
te miro
me miro
y veo que no han transformado los rostros
ya casi terminan
con sus bisturís cuánticos
con la ingeniería de sus conciencias
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
i sat on the red chair
looked at the wall
and the artwork was different
different frames
other images
less romantic
less convincing
across the counter
one girl looked
like a japanese heroine
and the other looked like
frida calo's sister
that night
at the party
i was able to speak
to the legend's wife
i did not understand
why she was afraid of me
a year ago
now she seemed
a perfect hostess
my friend the legend
even though he's elderly
was knocking out
young lads all over his house
the food was good
carne asada for the whole world
and there was enough drink
suddenly i remembered
that such things
are there to make you glad
inside my car
all i could see was trash
and she said
there's so many beautiful poems
in here
she said her name
was one of the elements
and i know i have seen her before
some place
somewhere
a long time ago
Saturday, July 3, 2010
PRODUCE
I am surrounded by fruit
I am surrounded by vegetables
My son asks for something
High in fructose
I think to myself
No!
No more sugar!
I don’t want to do that to him
Besides there’s enough of that
Inside the fruits around him
The girl in tight jeans
And leather jacket
Looks at me
Then she speaks into her cell phone
And she smiles
Her eyes have the glitter
Of 1000 lighthouses
The song on the PA
Says something about being faithful
Being faithful to a meme?
I asked my self
The girl in the
Brown leather jacket
Has a twinkle in her eye
And walks amongst
The fruits of the earth
Towards me
With her plastic surgery nose
I put some fruit
In my shopping cart
And I smile
I smile because it is
The only sensible thing to do
I smile
Because those I love keep dying
I smile
Because even if I don’t love them they die anyway
I smile
Because I don’t want to cry
I smile
Because you live longer that way
I smile
As the bakery girl puts my bread in a paper bag
And tells me: I am wet
I smile
Because I miss you so much
I smile
Because you bravery sent you straight to God
I smile
Because I made sure to keep infections out
I smile
Because bacteria near the brain is deadly
I smile
Since healthy gums make for better kissing
I smile
Because there’s nothing better to do
We paid with paper money
We walked outside
An old car
Waiting for us