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

wind widow

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


the red truck
is overwhelmed
by the waters

it drowns
like a helpless infant

like vessel adrift
like an outdated fad

the currents
blast away

pressure wash
of nature

hose of god
water company
sanitation of the world

Monday, September 27, 2010

coffee maker

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
"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"
"17 dollars plus tax"
he looked at me
i looked at him
go ahead sir, you may continue"
he said.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

acquired taste

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


it burst on stage
with a popping sound
exploding curiosity

it arrives like country music
coming from devalued cars
lingering in secondhand minds

the grass is watered
with second chances

drive away
convincingly human
can't see them as apes

disease in the air
travels with sounds of water
endure the morning

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


a bird of prey
can rest on water
or a surface of chocolate

on a sea
born with the perspiration of lost minds

it can come closer
or it can drift farther away
it can walk on water
like jesus christ

make a weely
while fishing
with the branches of banks

or just disappear
like atlantis
like bees
or money

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

truck & car

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

gas station in granada

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


outside the marketplace
it is always like this
it is always there

eating ice cream
or some other junk food
resemblance of the ordinary
naturally vulnerable

truly finite
delicate just like humans are
it's not bad a thing

some are born with wings
others have to eat dirt
others have to walk

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

milk, cheese & honey

is this your shopping cart?
do you want one?

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


it is good
to watch the game
from above

the children
are kicking better
and faster than before

when the game is over
there is an understanding
glances speak louder than words

one of the players
followed us to the car
picked up his cellphone
and said: saturday

Saturday, September 11, 2010


she fell from so high
some say she jumped
others say she was pushed
yet others
believe she was mad

or drunk
or strung out
angry or sad
ugly & fat

none of this is
reason enough
to end her life
perhaps she was caught
in her own trap

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

broken road

sitting down
relaxing & contemplating

chickens running
as 2 hawks nose dive
for their chicks

children played
on the field
and it was artificial

they ran back
to the concrete court

the man
in the red shirt
pistol on his belt
was pulling out weeds

they're for my rabbit
he doesn't just eat anything
he said

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

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

more than ever

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

check up

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

middle of traffic

mother & daughter
crossed the street

daughter looks happy
walking across
almost jumping
with each step she takes

mother looks ill
taking her pulse
as she walks
her eyes bloodshot

not a time
to be out of shape
at this time of day
in the middle of traffic
watching & listening

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