Poemas
Tapestry
It is somehow new, willingly
placing the self in the unknowable
the blindness of beauty in autumn
a mere moment in a life time unlived
hoping to catch sustenance and peace
perhaps for the first time, a memory
rising into the furthest stars in heaven,
even if god is absent in it all, we are.
Letters flow within dew drops
brilliant in their persistent love
yet unnoticed by passing droves
claiming me for its enchantment
only the moon between my fingers
ready to surrender its secrets
a history of words, not yet spoken,
these conscious hopes now woven.
The tube
Half hour news TV
all about constant nothingness
white noise in a colourful darkness
infinite tasteless flavours
mindless supermodel caravans
all shake and pose channel
singularity in dialed variety
tripping on wishful vanities
the high definition images
in their light diet intellect
popular degradation for desert
in a mass media humiliation
your voice in all its glorious
a full colour dehumanization.Surviving life
The gods have fallen
and the guitars silenced
heaven songs gone array
yet humanity survives
in anger drown the night
angled anchored angels
half way to their waists
and not a tear is dropped
two bottles of red wine
remain unopened tonight
for the last gasp of hope
as her golden hair burns
taking my fingers along
amused flower of corn
singing praises of love
the forgotten and lost
empty word paintings
hanging from the maple
and my devotion torn
our sensual momentum
your abnormal reflection
my purpose and cause
have no shape at all
and yet for some reason
we can all move about
enchanting our misery
calling it living,
living may we all.Salvation
Long after the beginning
there a lone standing mirror
leaning on a flickering streetlight
gently caressing his weary feet
baptized by urban sulfur water
the antidote to history's monotony
expanding imperialist new order
the perpetual crusade for passivity
neatly wrapped in coloured plastic
hanged with the outmost care
from the rain soaked toes
a dismembered and rotting Jesus
above a bored Mary Magdalene
hoping for her first client
perhaps an inexperienced sailor
restless for her initiation
yet distant in absent depression
leaving only empty spaces
and a tri-coloured apple pie
in the fading obsolete image
of a black and white television
in a messy storage room
of the old bourgeois brothel
an ancient train station
where over dozed preachers
regret having ever married
whole lifetimes wasted
to only now fall far short
as the axe became heavy
hands now far too soar
not able to cut down that cross
alas a lasting recourse
a final and reflective impression
a syringe in his veins
and a fully loaded bible
to his heavy weary head.Consenting clouds
The clouds consent today
and the sun finally shines
as Latinos without shame
celebrate this fifth of May.
This day of remembrance
is for the down and out,
for the welfare single mothers,
the beer-gut wearing brothers.
The unemployed immigrant
stumbling along moonlit streets
looking for a lone hungry client
"who you like to play, for a rate".
This day of celebration
for those who broke their backs
for raising their children right
revolutionizing the many minds.
The winds proudly roar
welcoming weary families
full of hope and expectation
speaking tongues of liberation.
Late shift
Happy cinco de Mayo!
Day of the Latino!
History's missed step
Its' only true slave
never contemplated
accidentally created
and yet to be duplicated!
Step right up!
Step right up!
The freak show has arrived!
It slices, it dices!...
It cooks and bakes!... cleans and sweeps!
Don't need no papers!
Don't even need sleep!
Night shift ready!
Brand spanking new!
Don't need no rest!
Don't even expect no pay on time!
You may have it in any colour
Whiter than lilies
Blacker than night
And even anything in between
It makes no difference
you have a helpless Latino…
a true post colonial slave!
You may have more than one
Or even ever of each colour at a time
Just for your first world kicks.
Step right up!
Step right up!
The freak show has arrived!
Colonialism's true gift!
A people's who have no past
Unless you desire a first nations member
Inca or Maya… or even a mestiso…
Ready to serve you any time.
Happy cinco de Mayo!
Day of the Latino!
History's missed step
Its' only true slave
But hurry now and call!!!
As in Cinco de Mayo it will all end!
As the Latino Revolution will begin.
When the drums end the day,
and the dancers all night pray
revolution has arrived to stay
and its latino tones aren't going away.
