Dulce media noche (or, "First Birthday Poem Ever")

I want to be inside you
when the clock strikes
12 midnight, new day.
New Year.
New.
EXPERIENCE
your birth with you
you slide down that water
slide, flow.
There she flows!
Like showers
on flowers.
Not flowers
still wetness.
Petals? Lips?
I still put
nose up in it.

When the clock strikes
twelve, I want to make
you pulsate
like Big Ben.
Pulse on the roof of your mouth
choking on your tongue.
We get gutta’
You get guttural
I take it personal
and hold you
accountable let’s
Get personal here.
I hold you account.
Pardon my accent
I meant en cuenta
No es en cuenta si no
cuentas.

Cuenta hasta 12
1…2..3 breath
4...5…6 and push through
7…8...9 it’s like being in a dark closet
counting down Bloody Mary.
SCARY
but you gotta look
a TrIGGer
in the face.
Let’s face it
it’s like a quake
rolls up on you
stomach even turns.
Get under a table
One hand on some fixtures
It’s for your safety this time.
With your other hand
cover your head
not your eyes
need them for glaring
don’t turn away
hand over your head!
You’ve got this shit covered.
“Do you want to stop
talking about it?”
---Nope, can’t must
not waste energy.
It doesn’t matter
Pardon my accent
It doesn’t mother
nothing nurturing about
turning the other cheek
on the truth
turning on your heel
I will dig my heels
Like spokes
Digo, spikes.
One
spoke,
hable,
hablar
hablamos
hablaremos
at a time.
new EXPERIENCE.


Won’t sacrifice
Line for the rhyme
Nor the rhyme
for the reason.
For no reason?
No matter
Pardon my accent.
I meant madre.
Madre que te partió
Bendita sea.
Bendita tu eres
Entre todas
Tu vientre
en tu vientre
A las doce
A las DOCE…doce
Dolce
Sweet
Dulce
Media
Noche.

La noche esta a medias
Ven, ay que llenarla
Tengo muchas ideas.
Mid-night, fill you up
with the sound of kisses
poppin off your ear
up to thirty kisses
one for every year.
Fill Mid-night up with whispered TEQUIEROS,
with feelings so fast they pull you out your dream
Fly out your mouth like a shooting star
And I catch them,
like a shooting star,
out the corner of my eye.
Really, the corner of my ear.
Feeling cornered when exposed to truths
those exposed truths
your lips reveal
like an open window
letting me see inside.
Your words…Welcome me
like a mat, they sustain me
in the still darkness of the night
one we try to fill
but really fills us
Dolce
Sweet
Dulce
Noche.

distill

Proud
clouds
stirred
about the evening sky
wild tigers, heavy
pregnant
with drops
of rain.

Tepid rain
timid rain
lands on my face
tender kisses.
The wind
nips at my ears
…I love wet-windy nights.

The next morning
get out of bed.
Good morning.
Back stiff with chills
cold morning
press my nose against the window
fog it up
my hot breath
looks like yesterday’s sky.
I pop it open..
poke my head
into the wet cold
air burns my nostrils
slides down my throat
my knees buckle
suddenly gotta pee.
Get hooked by the sky’s
Grey glare
She’s still unsettled.
Even after a full night of flushing out.

Jade and Serpent

Feels
good.
Feels
so good
when you ask about
my needs.
Feels good
to hear you ask
if I’m ok after
I’ve just broken your…
Damn!
Look at your O flow
fills my hand’s cup
Overflow.
It flows over
my bulging veins
down
my stressed wrist
pumps, pumping
your Cunt-spring.
Agua manantial
quenches my Serpent.
Me Thirsty Serpent.
You liquid Jade.
Obsidian Serpent
mirroring my soul.
Virgin who? Virgin blood?
Virgin whatever! Ey!
Ay como me gustas.
Ay como me gusta darte
tus gustos.
Take your breath away
Susto!
Me asusto
when you’ve just broken my
Super woman façade
you on your knees
ask about my needs.
You don’t wait for my reply
slide your mouth on me
kiss me from my knees
nibble up my thighs
outer, inner in between
your kisses land
perfect suctions
send me pulsing.
Feels so good.


Ask me.
Ask me if I’m ok
after I’ve lost my breath for you
your kisses,
your kindness
is royal
gonna call you your Highness
but you’re an Angel
leave me breathless
with tenderness
it’s the best.
Makes me feel
like I just sprung
into the mouth
of the Grand Canyon.
Sprung head first
over your smarts,
smart assiness
over your ass.
Stand there and stir it!
Hotness in the kitchen
give me that angle
so I can see that ass that sprung me.
Make me feel.
Make you feel
my intent
it’s intense.

Beg?
Nobody begs around here
except
for me not to stop going deeper.
Ay asi!
You let me go inside
deep, high.
Deeeeeeeep.
Give your heart a squeeze
from inside.
Drenched- I leave you.
Cum, sweat, tears.
Don’t tell me
you’re not going to beg
me.
That’s intense.
Your words baffled me,
salty water down my throat.
I came to you like the waves
whispered my feelings to you
they reached your ears
in a mad rush like
waves of emotions
bully me down, face scraping the sand.
I came to your shore with my feelings
knowing shit could easily evaporate-
white foam in the sand.
Eyes to eyes
color de cielo
y tierra
you top me
but the world turns.
Nose to nose
Fucken bloodhounds
your lips
pink petals
neighbor mine.
The tip of my toungue
knocking
for some of that suga’
let her in.
That’s close!
How close we get?

"Heaven."
Someone once painted a picture of it
for me.
I was in it, hand in the air
“pump the breaks!”
por que mira quien llego
de una manera muy comun
mi Angelita
su imagen envolvida en un texto.
Mira quien llego
Mi angelita
disfrazada de primera comunion.
My Angel skinny, mixed and young
“fill me up”
Angelita
“with the joy of living”.

Heaven is where the home is
home is what you make it.
Change percetion like you change
the channel
not #5 either that’s so generic.
Generic, that’s not what you are
Angel you are rare
like, like, like
angels walking on Earth
you ground me.




See the actuall painting "Heaven" that I referenced here;it's a piece by Alma Lopez. I’m one of the models. http://almalopez.net/digital/digital.html

You’re Cent$itive

If you’re sensitive
and you know it
close your ears.
If you’re sensitive
and you know it
close your ears.
If you’re sensitive
and you know it
cause your face
will fo’ sho’
show it
If you’re sensitive
and you know it
close
your
ears.

Close
closer to me
voy a chismear
smear the truth
all over your face
como mierda.
Comen mierda
los policiticos
los Pop-artistas
los pinche ricos
rubbing their dollar bills
in our faces
sweaty balls, t-bagging our pride
Brown, white, male
Female glitz and glam.
We eat it up- fetishists
we like to have shit fed
to us.
Twisted B-D-S-M
Emphasis on the D
DISGRACE


Meanwhile we’re off!!!
Every Monday off
to the fucken races.
The rat game
Que quieres pinche rata!
Nada guey
Solo trato de sobrevivir
De eso se trata.

I dig my balled up fists
deep in my pockets
only come up
with last year’s dreams
cant’ even afford lint balls.
So what’s the point then?
Time to jump off
this hamster wheel.
Can’t continue to wheel em
nor deal em anymore
with the same prevention messages
the darker they are the harder they fall.
More fall
to this disease
poverty pockets spilling
over with needs
shelter, education,
love, meds.
For their diabetes, ADD
And now HIV.
Give those folks a hug!
You see those tracks
they’ve been laid for a while
now, we’ve known for a while
now that poverty is the root
of many ills.
Poverty is a disease
That can’t be cured,
You say?
Whoa!
At ease
Paht na’
Now see them here
bootstraps
you’ve been telling me
forever to pull me
Myself up from them.
Up, up and out of poverty.
I pull hard, harder
from under me!
The darker they are
The harder they fall.


In the dark about
Prevention
resources.
In the dark
cause the lights
were cut off.
All of the lights
All of the lights
We’re sitting in the dark
Here baby- cause they cut off
All of the lights.
In the dark
Like Highland Park, Michigan
can’t see them pull
another one over us
them thieves
those job makers
promised
they were Gonna make it rain
on our asses.

The debt ceiling is falling
The debt ceiling is falling
Jobs are dropping
1 of out 5 men
out of a job man
that’s 8% unemployment rate man
unless you’re a black man
you’re dealing with 16% man.
16 must be the number
outta work
outta school
out on bail
no BAIL OUT
outta luck.
1 in 16 black men
diagnosed with HIV at some point.
Oh what’s the point?!
Jobs take a dip
HIV/AIDS hitting another
tip of the community
Young Black Men
I stand here angry
fists in my pocket
pointing at the ground.
So pissed off I taste metal.
Wish I could take it out
On metal
a black Maybach?
Maybe one day
will also do it for a good cause
Unleashing anger
doing it for a good cause
Maybe one day.
For now we wait
Will go down?
Sit down and wait
Add your name to the list
Of those that wait
Are waiting for
Rent money
A job
Housing
Meds
Financial aid
Aid.
Where’s my check?
Wish I could
write off the pain
of getting screwed another day.

Por el altar

Por el altar
(for Gaspar. Dia de los muertos '99)

Dos amigas
con corazónes de niños
and grains of El Paso desert sand
rolling around in their memories
open themselves up
with tamales, dulces, tequila, mescal
two decks of cards- sin el Joker
and Cuban cigars
to welcome their visitors
who come from a long journey of many moons and suns
that glowed over Patzcuaro, Michoacan
and Oaxaca.

They arrive, las amistades, tias , abuelos past lovers
pasan por el camino de ese altar
guided by the morse-code of candle flickers
tantalized by the aroma of foods
and the desire to indulge en sus viejos vicios.

Soon el cuarto se llena de energia y de calor.
words and laughter that bruises their sides
drift to the heavens
on clouds of gray-green smoke
while images of Xena flicker on the t.v. set
followed by her warrior’s call
when she thrashes the villains and seduces the goddesses.
The rest of the night las dos amigas sit with their tongues
coated with taste of quemado from the mescal
their bellies bloated from the tamales, cheeks rosy-red
and their visitors watching from above.