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Author: HERRERA, JUAN FELIPE
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Herrera, Juan Felipe    Poet's Biography
547 poems available by this author


10:00 PM       
First Line: Hot stripes down
Last Line: What happened? Arrests, they say


10:13 PM       
First Line: The phone sucks
Last Line: Down the avenues to the clinic


11:00 PM       
First Line: (again) a nun talks about
Last Line: The careening asphalt swerves into science


11:07 PM       
First Line: Kiss her. Marga will leave shortly
Last Line: A report is being hustled away %under the tripod


12:01 AM       
First Line: Marga is here now
Last Line: This was a long time ago


12:02       
First Line: They call her mariana carnacion
Last Line: How long will you be staying in rome


12:04       
First Line: Another vested cop %welcomes me
Last Line: On the phone, behind quarters


1:03 AM/FRIDAY       
First Line: Marga speaks of ingredients. Do you really
Last Line: Through the fire engines


1:04 AM       
First Line: I am out of film. Where has she gone
Last Line: An upturned mercedes below her, below me, o florence %o los angeles


1:06 AM       
First Line: Marga's hat blows away with the smoke
Last Line: With her boa, whitish -- pinal %behind her


1:08 AM       
First Line: I must see you alone
Last Line: Sax man save me, save me sax max


1:15 AM       
First Line: It must be the evil of my eyes
Last Line: Thick microphones from the fifties


1:33 AM       
First Line: Cuban shirts and slick blueness
Last Line: But beautiful madame, the waiter says


2:00 AM       
First Line: That's fine, I say
Last Line: Where is she going now


2:05 AM       
First Line: Next stop, rivets sizzle
Last Line: Swivel to the rap-beats


2:09 AM       
First Line: Marga, yes? %her eyes, a smile again
Last Line: A cigarette. The night slips through my thighs. %a helicopter whirls


2:11 AM       
First Line: At the tiny restaurant: %fior escavatrice
Last Line: A jagged tree appears outside. %stings me


2:13 AM       
First Line: Marga picks up a kitten
Last Line: Sweat, juice, and broken pianos


2:37 AM       
First Line: Bathing, I sit back foolish &
Last Line: Of sax, tumbao & sex


2:40 AM       
First Line: The bath water stops & fades
Last Line: A camera flashes across %south-central l.A


2:47 AM       
First Line: Pinal, %I am wearing a striped dress
Last Line: Turn it up so you can read it, she says


2:59 AM       
First Line: Marga has dissolved
Last Line: Electric holes of popped bread


2PAC BLOOD       
First Line: Be right in the pool cue shot
Last Line: Be right in the word light


3:03 AM       
First Line: The tr-3 spins at 75 kilometers
Last Line: Marga whispers into my tiny ear


3:07 AM       
First Line: Seven black children are being held hostage
Last Line: That's it, the reporter shouts %and sings ave maria


3:09 AM       
First Line: Marga's axiom
Last Line: To make the world turn one centimeter


3:11 AM       
First Line: I am wearing a sleeveless
Last Line: An army sign lights up


3:45 AM       
First Line: She asks them what are you doing
Last Line: Crushed bed posts, open night-cream jars
Subject(s): Politics


3:58 AM       
First Line: Marga is down there somewhere
Last Line: Through the rubber canopies, the plastic caps. %so we run


3:59 AM       
First Line: There is no church here, there will not be one
Last Line: In zig-zag routes, buses and more umbrellas


3:97 AM       
First Line: A huge crowd has gathered curious
Last Line: Long steps by a foreign ambulance truck


4:15 AM       
First Line: The man that came for a cure has died
Last Line: No one speaks american


4:21 AM       
First Line: Just love yourself, she says
Last Line: Something that can't make love


4:44 AM       
First Line: I tell him, all colors
Last Line: The matron with the parasol on the burning couch says


4:48 AM       
First Line: I've read this poetry before. Unlike me
Last Line: Something more stimulating than jazz, he says


5:00 AM       
First Line: Poetry. On charcoals
Last Line: Combinations of words, expressions %fascinate her


5:03 AM       
First Line: I agree. %another phrase from the rich
Last Line: Ask the devil-dog, marga tells them. Ask. %exmaine my dna


5:07 AM       
First Line: Just realize this & look away. Look up
Last Line: The new spirit


5:14 AM       
First Line: Caught again without a cigarette
Last Line: Roaring in the background


5:17 AM       
First Line: I want to see fellinni
Last Line: Where is gradiska? %where is nino


5:18 AM       
First Line: Standing alone in the fullness
Last Line: Swallowed back by the umber soul


5:30 AM       
First Line: We've nothing to do. Even with the wars
Last Line: Of the military caps and tilted blouses


5:37 AM       
First Line: This is all I have. A bottle of ink
Last Line: Tropical dizziness down the breastbone


5:53 AM       
First Line: They don't dance like this anymore
Last Line: I dreamed of volvos & stormy windows, %she whispers


5:57 AM       
First Line: Marga runs. I walk
Last Line: Anything besides the hotel, besides the gibberish


6:01       
First Line: Write to me. Marga
Last Line: A sports car with fog lights, the wet streets


7:30 PM/THURSDAY       
First Line: Below the helicopter, running from the system
Last Line: Chalkdust & eighteen wheelers on fire


7:35 PM       
First Line: Marga marylin: a mexican blonde, pasted
Last Line: Into the running-blade shadow. Escape? Yes


8:00 PM       
First Line: M&m %wears the green shirt of the golden che
Last Line: On my bellybutton, %my tropical tongue


8:35 PM       
First Line: We examine the motion of cops
Last Line: She says -- her ex-husband, his nose, %his affairs


8:37 PM       
First Line: The facts are as follows: marga steps down
Last Line: Plays something by miles; %venus di milo


8:45 PM       
First Line: Alone now, in the garage with bricks
Last Line: Her hands behind herself


9:15 PM       
First Line: When can we make love
Last Line: Maracas, skull workers %in the background


9:20 PM       
First Line: Back up. Marga talks
Last Line: A stone, tiny in her boot heel


9:40 PM       
First Line: Hear the footsteps. The flower shriek in my hand
Last Line: Flashes through the curtain, it flashes %across my forehead


9:40 PM       
First Line: Hear the footsteps. The flower shriek in my hand
Last Line: Flashes through the curtain, flashes %across my forehead
Subject(s): Politics


A CAPELLA    Poem Text    
First Line: Ms. Steiger said, write about who you are.
Last Line: I am singing out
Subject(s): Chicanos; Identity; Self; Mexican Americans


A CERTAIN MAN    Poem Text     Recitation by Author
First Line: The man over there
Last Line: . . . Like his prayer
Subject(s): Conduct Of Life


A FIESTA IN THE MOUNTAINS WAS A RARE TREAT    Poem Text    
Subject(s): Mexico


ABANDONED BLOOD       
First Line: Gone to the drooler dungeon, the mother's buried kitchen, that is
Last Line: Gone to the great emptiness, inside the ring, your last death, of course, that is


ABUELITA SOFI SMOKES UP LA COCINA       
First Line: La reina del aire, %that's what they call me, she tells me, porque se caminar
Last Line: En el sofa - yo no, yo me se mover


AFTER ALL       
First Line: After all the hard noise
Last Line: We tremble together in white
Subject(s): Nature


AFTER DINNER AND AFTER OUR FEW TRAVELING CHICKENS       
Last Line: That my spit turned to ice when it hit the ground
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


AIDS HEARING IN THE METROPOLIS       
First Line: A carafe of white wine glistens. Onyx table
Last Line: In the veined mask -- speak. Or point. Point


ALLIGATOR       
First Line: On the alligator's back
Last Line: Apples, raisins %cinnamon, %lightening - an embarkation, spice. %rest a little, rest now, you %rise


ANGEL WRESTLER (WITH BLOND WIG)    Poem Text    
First Line: They come and offer maize
Last Line: Rain, thee serenity of lack mountains
Subject(s): Mountains


ANGEL WRESTLER (WITH BLOND WIG)       
First Line: They come & offer maize, %oat gruel
Last Line: Rain, the serenity of black nountains, in strange motion, an infinite tear


ANTHROPOMORPHIC CABINET       
First Line: They killed the tlaxcalans. They slaughtered their daughters
Last Line: These are yours


APHRODISIACAL DINNER JACKET       
First Line: In veracruz, they know how to drink coffee
Last Line: Ascensions and healing stones


AT THE MISSISSIPI DELTA BLUES FESTIVAL       
First Line: In my house, camaradas. Even if I am 2,300 miles from the best taquerias in
Last Line: Swinging my hips to the tragic bass & the sex water of the saxophone


ATAVISTIC: TRACES AFTER THE RAIN       
First Line: My hand is up. It goes up to my father's dark coat
Last Line: Step toward the sculpted cities of civola


AUBURN       
First Line: Your auburn hair
Last Line: With a raging spiral heart


AVENIDA CONSTITUCION, TIJUANA       
First Line: My tio ferni's idea - wanted me casual. Welfare chavalo south of san diego
Last Line: Capital. Years before he earned his position as a laundry mexican, smiling %king of starched cotton


AVIARY       
First Line: You were on a square, moving toward a bus
Last Line: The avenue waving, the lovers high up, %about to embrace


AZTEC BLOOD SAMPLE       
First Line: Where is the goddess, tara, now crack open my chest?
Last Line: Where is the obsidian point, mexico - the road to the abyss?


AZTEC ROSES       
First Line: After %che guevara was riddled with shrapnel in the pure oxygen of bolivia
Last Line: Without names, waving up, in the water winds


BANJO YOU LEFT UNBRIDLED WITH RAGE       
First Line: As always, I carry your star, embroidered. Over
Last Line: Recognize me, now. Recognize me, now?


BEE HEAD RESTS ON MY SHOULDER       
First Line: A silver tourniquet for a tie, two eggs of slaughter
Last Line: My longish hair, my honeycombs


BENEATH YOUR SKIN       
First Line: A strange sharp whitish black - you whisper to me
Last Line: Since it is so evident divine me


BLOOD FOURTEEN       
First Line: Stranger come to meet you in the shade, in full regalia
Last Line: Spit going down effortlessly, this mock love on 14th street


BLOOD FROM THE NATIVE SON       
First Line: Remember me? Tijuana boy gone sour
Last Line: Black chalk, the solar winds


BLOOD GANG CALL       
First Line: Calling all tomato pickers, the ones wearing death frowns instead of jackets
Last Line: Calling all tomato pickers, the old ones, wearing frayed radiator masks


BLOOD MOUSE MANIFESTO       
First Line: So, we come a full circle. Wait, I am first
Last Line: Tiny shivers. Ourselves %& others


BLOOD NIGHT CAFE       
First Line: Burials. %they come, they go
Last Line: A licorice cane, a baptist ghost on fire


BLOOD ON THE WHEEL    Poem Text    
First Line: Blood on the night soil man en route to the country prison
Last Line: Bronze dead gold & diamond deep. Blood be fast
Subject(s): Blood; Social Commentary; City & Town Life


BLOOD ON THE WHEEL       
First Line: Blood on the night soil man en route to the country prison
Last Line: Bronze dead gold & diamond deep. Blood be fast


BLOOD SOCKETS       
First Line: From my forebone to your name in pimp letters
Last Line: Digital in its global suture ticktock of our existence


BLOOD SUITES       
First Line: Chocolate ran to the store to fetch a quart of mild
Last Line: Strolls to the stove to kiss la navaja


BLOOD TYSONS       
First Line: Black fist will come burning & you will contemplate the oceans
Last Line: Against the window, inside %your night


BLUE COAT, WHITE SHIRT       
First Line: You had come back from the chalk blue hospital
Last Line: Spins -- your white shirt


BLUE-EYED MAMBO THAT UNVEILS MY LOVER'S BELLY       
First Line: Come down to the violin-colored table
Last Line: You say, you - the one under the phosphor


BLUES PACK LAST MILE       
First Line: And they want me to believe. Give me
Last Line: So, I give it to them - this wavy blood spirit


BORDER WIRE / SPINA       
First Line: Border wire %more pesticides
Last Line: The one where you were born


BORDER-CROSSER WITH A LAMBORGHINI DREAM       
First Line: A temptation limo? Here
Last Line: Keep on hummin'


BORDER-LOVIN' & SINISTER       
First Line: Aside from the sawed can through the face
Last Line: With bitter notes & wild with our lonely knives


CALLING THE DOVES, SELS       
First Line: At noon time, %on a lunch break from driving the tractor
Last Line: And perch itself on a nearby tree
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Fathers; Mexican American Families


CANADA IN ENGLISH    Poem Text    
First Line: Mrs. Tinko says canada
Last Line: Skulls – are for us
Subject(s): Language; Chicanos; Words; Vocabulary; Mexican Americans


CAT MY MOTHER CRADLED       
First Line: At sixteen, at midnight they came knocking. Said my father had died of
Last Line: That wild shadow, she smoked and kissed a stray that crossed our window


CHERRY BOWL WITH BLUE REVOLVER       
First Line: A cherry bowl with a blue revolver for a heart
Last Line: It will follow you wherever you go


CHICAN@ LITERATURE 100       
First Line: First of all, you are not going to find this stuff at the mall, in one of those
Last Line: With your red-green spirit, the ancient songs way deep inside


CHICKEN BLOOD TOWNSHIPS       
First Line: Say, fool. Cut the shit, all right. Your fancy as lingo
Last Line: Your gizzard neck - boy, that what I call the knowledge


CHILDREN OF SPACE       
First Line: On valencia street the playground aches. Children float through parking lots
Last Line: Into an infinite system of undecipherable signs


CITY PAINT       
First Line: Reddish flared patches cover our soft houses, our streets
Last Line: Over my wedge-table, tap royal faces under the filtered ligh


CONCEWRT OR RED PIANO OR RED ORCHESTRA (FR GIRAFFE/FIRE)       
First Line: Who are you? Bending at the jazz kitchen where they play thelonius
Last Line: From the vented and grilled steel


CRACK INSIDE MY BREAST       
First Line: A crack inside my breast split through bone
Last Line: A needle rises, every circle I walk out in the open, so %this in how I write juices, nerves and
Subject(s): Nature


CRESCENT MOON ON A CAT?ÇÖS COLLAR    Poem Text    
First Line: I come from a family of madmen and extravagant women.
Last Line: Of the opal triumph of my voice
Subject(s): Ancestors & Ancestry; Heritage; Heredity


CRY LIKE A MAN       
First Line: Days after my mother died, margarita said, 'she was all you had.' no
Last Line: I began to cry. This was my beginning


CUNADA YOLI, EN EL JALE       
First Line: Her real name is frances, I call her yoli, margarita calls her yolanda
Last Line: Beaten with hours, with pencils


DANGEROUS PHRASES IN AMOROUS ENCOUNTERS       
First Line: Tiger over the mountain %I love your peaches
Last Line: This is what a molcajete is all about, %sweetheart


DIASPORA NIGHT       
First Line: The bass voice of the neon worm
Last Line: Wedges & venetian blinds open


DON'T WORRY, BABY       
First Line: I worry about comedians who call me to back up their old communisms
Last Line: I worry about people who say 'don't worry, baby.'


DREAM OF CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS       
First Line: They carried her above us. As we walked
Last Line: With the uncertain ghosts stalking the territories


EDWARD HOPPER VISITS MY EL PASO SOUL       
First Line: Say, hopper, stick around. Paint my nipples
Last Line: Barbershop stool, hang it


EJOTES CON MAYONESA       
First Line: Rolling down the grapevine. Highway 5 from rialto to san pancho - past
Last Line: Mayonesa slam it on a plato of cooked ejotes


EL ADAN       
First Line: From the shadow of the lizards
Last Line: Stop singer. Call him, he's waiting with your ticket, too
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL AGUILA       
First Line: Come all ye warriors, all ye poets of el norte
Last Line: Will you be the eagle, the cacti or the hiss?
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL ALACRAN       
First Line: Woke up this morning, had my fried mangos
Last Line: With his shelled back reminiscent of my punk childhood %my tender disintegrations
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL ANGEL DE LA GUARDA    Poem Text    
First Line: I should have visited more often
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL ANGEL DE LA GUARDA    Poem Text    
First Line: I should have visited more often
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game); Mexican Americans


EL ANGEL DE LA GUARDA       
First Line: I should have visited more often
Last Line: I should have touched them
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL ARBOL       
First Line: I was your aged apprentice -- many years
Last Line: Drilling up to my ten thousand kisses
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL ARCANGEL       
First Line: So I arrived -- you called
Last Line: You just spittin' beans
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL ARMADILLO       
First Line: I am the blues-master, mathematician
Last Line: My art, my sad-song suit of centuries
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL AUSENTE       
First Line: They say I've been under the weather. Yeah
Last Line: For the rhythms, the solar razor winds
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL AVESTRUZ       
First Line: Take me to the taj -- there I will roam
Last Line: The ones about our happiness, our long-necked %dances. Go now, little one. Go
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL AVION       
First Line: Ladies & gentlemen. You, in the altar
Last Line: We shall land there in that meager swallow-pool
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL BANO       
First Line: Alone. Inside the steel cage
Last Line: All the songs live, all the lives
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL BRUJO    Poem Text    
First Line: Every morning, I ring the corn, sing
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game); Mexican Americans


EL BRUJO       
First Line: Every morning, I ring the corn, sing
Last Line: Who thirsts? Here is the water %the crown-spirit you called for
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL CABALLERO       
First Line: Please, sir below, did you know
Last Line: Thinking about rising up, about speaking?
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL CABALLITO       
First Line: The idea falters. No idea. Falters
Last Line: No idea. Drink, ride, strip your shirt
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL CAMELLO       
First Line: Hey you, hey %travel hump, time-fur thinker
Last Line: To take it by foot or by hoof
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL CANGREJO       
First Line: Shoo-bop, sweetheart!
Last Line: Play these violins to the green jazz piers
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL CAZADOR       
First Line: Once upon a time, there was an elephant
Last Line: Which way? Which direction, which? %lawyer said, stop
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL CIELO       
First Line: In the dome of triangles and slaughtered warriors
Last Line: All this opens as I taste patchouli on your knees
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL CIRCO       
First Line: From yin to fullness, a guffaw at the pit
Last Line: Call it joy, call it she-hair %this negative of all negatives
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL COLGADO       
First Line: Let me tell you about it
Last Line: It was the light, say it was the dawn
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL COMETA    Poem Text    
First Line: It is said, when the star of rumi burns azul
Last Line: All our eyes will explode all the eyes – in praise
Subject(s): Mexico; Liberty; Mexican Americans


EL COMETA       
First Line: It is said, when the star of rumi burns azul
Last Line: All our eyes will explode all the eyes -- in praise
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL CORAZON       
First Line: In veracruz, where the light is colonial
Last Line: These romantic nails, arrowmatic expectations
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL CUCHILLO       
First Line: In my midnight erotica. When
Last Line: Give it the last word, wrap it in steel
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL DANZANTE       
First Line: Ate my frijoles after the night-stomp, in chalma
Last Line: This coiled & flat devoured love
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL DIABLO       
First Line: Fear was expected to wash down by the rivers
Last Line: You? So, it grew up, on its own, this brooding %orphan in our garden
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL DIOS       
First Line: Hey corazonsito %I am back from the races. Been a long time, huh?
Last Line: I am short on change, put it that way, okay?
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL ERMITANO       
First Line: Under the arch of capitalism, or rather
Last Line: My heart is accustomed. The song is different %the song is rebellious
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL FERROCARRIL       
First Line: After the revolution, we waited by the ceiba tree
Last Line: The mountains of the south in despair
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL FRUTO    Poem Text    
First Line: The apple wasn't our true origin
Last Line: It was king-executive, demi-god of the new business
Subject(s): Social Commentaries; Creation


EL FRUTO       
First Line: The apple wasn't our true origin
Last Line: It was king executive, demi-god of the new business
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL FUEGO    Poem Text    
First Line: I've prayed to her so many times
Last Line: Form blows out of her belly,. My true night
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game); Mexican Americans


EL FUEGO       
First Line: I've prayed to her so many times
Last Line: From blows out of her belly. My true night
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL GALLO       
First Line: In my dream again
Last Line: All along in this seamless wicked night
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL GATO       
First Line: Don't think this is the way it is
Last Line: Behind the curtains, the way the dream falls %from the owner's head -- to my plate
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL GIGANTE       
First Line: So he's listened to you for centuries, yes
Last Line: This hatchwork of reddish men and bluish dogs
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL GLOTON       
First Line: Meet el gloton, mr. Eat-it-now-fried
Last Line: He wants sugar-milk now -- as the worlds dissipate %shoot eons into the void
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL HERIDO       
First Line: Mighty antonio went to the usual nite-spot
Last Line: Of the void, the nebula denying itself %the wound, yes, the wound
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL HIJO PRODIGO       
First Line: I was lost. I was cast as an exile
Last Line: I returned to a stranger. I was that stranger
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL INFIERNO       
First Line: I am boppin' at the under-club
Last Line: Entrails, erotic, concentric, electric
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL INSPIRADO       
First Line: For light years, in green-bulb bedrooms
Last Line: My hands so busy with emptiness & blur
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL JOROBADO       
First Line: Been living on the outskirts
Last Line: This is the hunger I bury, I said
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL LEON       
First Line: The king is dead %the children sing
Last Line: My clawing feet, on their heads
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL LUCHADOR       
First Line: Let us call him weeping, mr. Llanto
Last Line: Now will you crawl %out of the mouse hole?
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL MAGO       
First Line: You take the sword, the poblano of oaxaca
Last Line: You sweat out the sweetness, the all -- yours
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL MAIZ    Poem Text    
First Line: I am the speaker
Last Line: And voice your bones in my infinity light
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game); Mexican Americans


EL MAIZ       
First Line: I am the speaker
Last Line: And voice your bones in my infinity light
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL MAL GOBIERNO       
First Line: Mr. Pulpo, dr. Blue goya of tank sauce and fury
Last Line: Comes alive in the teeth that smile and burn
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL MOJADO       
First Line: The sour races, the time-quilted feet
Last Line: You want to run with me, esta noche?
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL MONO       
First Line: Guitarra. Guitarra. Six strings
Last Line: My gaze through mountains or flesh
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL MUNDO       
First Line: Say sweetheart %wazzup wit the world on your cranky back?
Last Line: Without you there is no path, no place to live it out?
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL MURCIELAGO       
First Line: Upside down heaven-kid, be the blood
Last Line: In between, the register of sparkles
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL NOPAL       
First Line: My head swims in the aftertaste
Last Line: My dad jacket applauds your kisses %your runaway flowers
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL OBRERO       
First Line: Dream number one: chiapas goes free in the green
Last Line: Dream number ten: a las cinco de la tarde
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL PAYASO       
First Line: In my sixties album face, in my paisley
Last Line: Pluck my bones and receive my smiles in neon
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL PECESITO       
First Line: High above the levels of the crown
Last Line: Above, see its headlong collapse
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL PERRO       
First Line: In my dreams %I smooch the basilica
Last Line: This road, its venom
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL SOL       
First Line: So dance with me
Last Line: So many destructions left alone without light
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL SOLDADO       
First Line: Never been so hongry. So many bodies in
Last Line: The lost fires. My hunger without a mouth
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL TEATRO REFORMA (CON CLAVILLAZO & QUESO DE PUERCO TORTAS ON THE SIDE       
First Line: El reforma, the new teatro in tijuas
Last Line: When you turn around to slip in the torta everyone does the same


EL VENADO       
First Line: In the mountains of nayarit, I am the advisor
Last Line: Sing of petroleum and skins hanging
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL VIEJO       
First Line: I survive, that is all. Tobacco, copper lips
Last Line: That is all, a nasty shift of upside-down %pianos, faces and eyes
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL VUELO    Poem Text    
First Line: Close your eyes, now -- we go
Last Line: To a silvery hand ahead, / the feminine dome
Subject(s): Conduct Of Life


EL VUELO       
First Line: Close your eyes, now -- we go
Last Line: To a silvery hand ahead %the feminine dome
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EL ZAPATISTA       
First Line: Oh, the zapatista, this lacandon
Last Line: Of ammo, your halo made with our mud
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


EVENTS & FOUND OBJECTS AFTER THE BLAST       
First Line: Ivana trump's wedding band
Last Line: Brazil in the shape of santana's guitar


EVER SPLIT YOUR PANTALONES WHILE TRYING TO LOOK CHINGON?       
First Line: Like when I was coming back from a santana blues band concert at the
Last Line: Back rows, especially dona aguado, la catolica, looked at it. Like that


EVERYDAY WE GET MORE ILLEGAL        Recitation by Author
Subject(s): Immigrants; Emigrant; Emigration; Immigration


EXILES       
First Line: At the greyhound bus stations, at airports, at silent wharfs
Last Line: Where is our exile? Who has taken it?


EXPLODE THIS LETTER W/THIS       
First Line: X is for fancy taxcos sold w/mayan rebellion
Last Line: Square off & blow your cigar nose. Move, baby %move move


EZEKIEL'S BLOOD       
First Line: As I was sayingg. Before you startled me with your perfume
Last Line: No loving. Until the eye left its burning accents


FIESTA IN THE MOUNTAINS WAS A RARE TREAT       
Last Line: With smiles and music
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


FIVE DIRECTIONS TO MY HOUSE       
First Line: 1. Go back to the grain yellow hills where the broken speak of elegance
Last Line: 6. I said five, said five like a guitar says six


FOLLOW ROZEWICZ    Poem Text    
First Line: . . . At twenty-four / led to slaughter,
Last Line: Stained letters curkled into roses
Subject(s): Rozewicz, Tadeuz (b. 1921}; Poetry & Poets


FOODSTUFFS THEY NEVER TOLD US ABOUT       
First Line: Burnt tortillas %gizzard pie
Last Line: Yo' bones on the rocks


FOREIGN INHABITANT       
First Line: I have lived here, in exile, for seven years


FROM AN EXTINCT UKRAINE, I SING       
First Line: Jab da jute bag haaa! In my revolution re-verb
Last Line: Me some smoke, make me; I giggle again, in my carcass boots


FUSELAGE INSTALLATION    Poem Text    
First Line: My loved ones drift into nothingness
Subject(s): Scotland


FUSELAGE INSTALLATION       
First Line: (my loved ones drift into nothingness
Last Line: They too float above your hand, eerie; %their purple smoke mouths, triumphant


FUTURE MARTYR OF SUPERSONIC WAVES       
First Line: Kerouac & %an american president's wife fuck in frenzy
Last Line: We sang to him in jewish phrases, where we gave him oxygen


FUZZY EQUATIONS       
First Line: Humility + oppression + a virgin - territory = latin america
Last Line: Hard-core chicana writer + hard-core latino writer = fried race


GESTAPO BOWLS ON THE PLANK       
First Line: He pours his soul, his
Last Line: Clean the bowl, mark the trash, honor your rebellion


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 1       
First Line: I sit on a gold vestibule. It isn't me
Last Line: Lost in the deserts of california. Many years ago


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 10       
First Line: They killed the tlaxcalanx. They slaughtered their daughters
Last Line: Sperm and seashells, yellow lines across my cheeks. %these are yours


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 11       
First Line: Of the sixty-two
Last Line: For the new revolution


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 12       
First Line: First of all: cinnamon
Last Line: Tarnished by minstrel water


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 13       
First Line: The equator is close
Last Line: Inserted into every pore


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 14       
First Line: I have contributed my forty-five days of labor. Blacks for sugar. Browns for
Last Line: Will go back. The god ocelotl will grant you one wish for having mimicked kindness


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 15       
First Line: The music comes from the obraje
Last Line: Me. I poke him with my cane. I push against his solid self, his little brothers that oppress us


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 16       
First Line: Who are you? Bending at the jazz kitchen where they play thelonius
Last Line: Vented and grilled steel


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 17       
First Line: From the mad hills
Last Line: Asphalt wings. Pink powder, a lost boy with a holy wheel. Ezekiel, joshua


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 18       
First Line: They want to root out the conversos, these jews at my left. The consulado
Last Line: Columns. For the angels that caress your oval-shaped ghosts


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 19       
First Line: In the sea with two miniature men. One on a rock, the other behind me
Last Line: Crystalline like sugar. Chavez appears dilligent, armed with thorns


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 2       
First Line: I always dreamt of holding u a champagne bottle, etched and intricate as
Last Line: Cloth, the smock of my childhood


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 20       
First Line: Chavez has hurled me forward. The sky to the top left breaks and falls
Last Line: Chapel to open or to fall, the chapel that looks upon me from afar


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 21       
First Line: Ocelotl, the red-haired god, has appeared. With the pelt of a sea lion
Last Line: A syrup cry against sand and years of silence


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 22       
First Line: Sarajevo has been hit. Her limp hand has gone back, flipped into darkness
Last Line: Sarajevo's toast to the heavens


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 23       
First Line: The mortar shells rise up from cochineal, from vanilla, from the stolen
Last Line: Women await your arrival


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 24       
First Line: The anus. The apple
Last Line: I want to call the trinity. Call thelonius - this, I want to tell them, %this is ours


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 25       
First Line: The consulado. After decades of names and quills, notaries and quipus
Last Line: An inverted tree with its ghost across my bed, to speak


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 26       
First Line: My childhood haunts me. It haunts me
Last Line: Dosing, thinking he has me captive. I drink and slobber his name


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 27       
First Line: The little boy breathes inside the mother. You can see through him too. His
Last Line: Open her hands and siwanava to blow through his rectangular lungs. The %child's name is zapata


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 28       
First Line: The story comes apart near gala's eyebrows. This is where the plot shreds
Last Line: Woman, velazquez said. The lips, the tresses


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 3       
First Line: Hold up the right corner of the sea, pleated. Lift it and find pleasure
Last Line: Man was raising her hair


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 4       
First Line: In veracruz, young men roll naked on their backs. On cement. On the
Last Line: Breasts into pearls, ascensions, and healing stones


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 5       
First Line: The gold triangle is my enemy
Last Line: Fleshiness. Only the bust in the cave remains peaceful


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 6       
First Line: When I entered the cave I found velazquez. Was he dying? Was he asking
Last Line: Mounds and how they used dung and sang to the ash spirits


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 7       
First Line: My leg stiffens. The crutch that holds me has become my aromatic rosary
Last Line: That smells of apples and duck feathers


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 8       
First Line: She listened to tjader on 22nd and faced fifty abstract pictures in her
Last Line: Erupts a shadow of a wild egg


GIRAFFE ON FIRE: 9       
First Line: My daughter rests on the ledge to my left. In phoenix. She says
Last Line: Dances to the red-haired god, ocelotl


GLAMOROUS TREACHERIES       
First Line: A tiny jet %plows into the field and there, all we can distinguish
Last Line: The years, we say. Flights to another kingdom


GRAFIK    Poem Text    
First Line: I cut / / / / / I multiply everyday images. I apply an aluminum point
Last Line: C/////////////r/////////////I////////////m//////////////e//////////////s
Subject(s): Social Commentary; Grief; Language


GREYHOUND DEPOT CHAVALO, SAN DIEGO, '57       
First Line: Me & gaby arteaga and his brother tony from phoenix. Gabby has a
Last Line: Them over tony & tony over me


HALLUCINOGENIC BULLFIGHTER (FROM GIRAFFE ON FIRE)       
First Line: The story comes apart near gala's eyebrows
Last Line: The lips the tresses


HARD CURAS ON 'C'STREET       
First Line: Show mama my right big toe infected and swollen. Ven acqui, she says
Last Line: S ok, the hot water and the salt will burn the germs. %you ready, juan?


HISPAVISION PRESENTS: HISPANOPOLY: THE UPWARDLY MOBILE IDENTITY GAME       
First Line: Sancho: orale, meh yamoh sancho on sunday. Bean venidos to the only
Last Line: Announcer: all prizes are sponsered by migra-187-209-277 studios. %(mucho interesante grab-you right


HOUSE IS EMPTY NOW       
First Line: House is empty now with my hand
Last Line: Never closing. Who is there, now? %a teaspoon, yellow flower-mirror
Subject(s): Nature


HOW TO BE A WARRIOR FOR THE AZTLAN LIBERATION ARMY: ALA       
First Line: Didn't have the eight track
Last Line: Knows what I'll do next


HOW TO DO THE MERENGUE IN THE END ZONE       
First Line: I am on fire and there is a glassy coolness inside -- a black light comes all
Last Line: Faces -- above the left gold eye, a silent priestess with the kiss of a jaguar mouth


HOW TO ENROLL IN A CHICANO STUDIES CLASS       
First Line: You don't know how good I felt when I saw a whole grupo of raza at
Last Line: You need. Breathe in, breathe out, this green wind, makes you strong


HOW TO MAKE A CHILE VERDE SMUGGLER: LAST CALL       
First Line: I confess, I buried the chiles from food city
Last Line: So fast, so alive - it disappeared. Then, %I appeared


HOW TO MAKE WORLD UNITY SALSA       
First Line: Mash the pulp %mash the pulp
Last Line: Your bones on the soul


HUERTA STREET TELENOVELAS       
First Line: Where my suegro beto le esta mochando la nuka al cokono for the weekend
Last Line: Triliado, cuz he just got a cheke from the divorcio


I AM MERELY POSING FOR A PHOTOGRAPH    Poem Text    
Last Line: The propellers churn
Subject(s): Ancestors & Ancestry; Heritage; Heredity


I FOUND MYSELF IN THE STUDIO OF A TABLA MASTER       
First Line: In varanasi, the spirit waters of the ganges burn death at my feet
Last Line: Flute & serpent leads, charred leaves, my lives into lines on the waters


I LOVED THE NIGHT       
Last Line: I would cup my hands to my mouth %and join them
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


I WAS BORN IN THE TINY TOWN OF FOWLER       
Last Line: There can be kindness
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


I, CITLALLI 'LA LOCA' CIENFUEGOS: SUTRA ON THE ADDITIONAL COUNTS OF       
First Line: Late night: %don't lissen to him and his rants
Last Line: Write it, who can trace its moist pubis?


I, CITLALLI 'LA LOCA' CIENFUEGOS: SUTRA ON THE AUDIENCE       
First Line: Yuou must help me. I can only sing. I can only speak from this golden sea
Last Line: Or write or act or be


I, CITLALLI 'LA LOCA' CIENFUEGOS: SUTRA ON THE CATEGORY MAKERS       
First Line: Don't look at me for the answers, do not lift your feeble fuzz pens, your
Last Line: Your glassy palace at this very second


I, CITLALLI 'LA LOCA' CIENFUEGOS: SUTRA ON THE MACHINE HOLE       
First Line: Do you understand without so much understanding, without so much, you
Last Line: The easy dreamers tapping your shoulders, come now, do not lose your way


I, CITLALLI 'LA LOCA' CIENFUEGOS: SUTRA ON THE NINTH SUN       
First Line: They - the category babies, know my name. Call me citlalli 'la loca,' in
Last Line: Ready to please and swing one more delirium in - you


I, CITLALLI 'LA LOCA' CIENFUEGOS: SUTRA ON THE NOTEBOOK       
First Line: I stand alone, I hold a thousand lights in my teeth, my throat is sacred, my
Last Line: Through my city, this umbral specter of sleeping moth figures


IMMIGRANT FORTUNE TELLER MACHINE       
First Line: Lissen, %bobo chango - yeah
Last Line: Thass your existence, bobo chango boy, %thass it


IN CASE YOU'RE STILL WONDERING ABOUT RACISM       
First Line: Consider the whip marks on your television set
Last Line: Consider the spanish-like pronunciation of your automobile


IN THE CANNERY THE PORPOISE SOUL    Poem Text    
Last Line: Before the porpoise sea was born
Subject(s): Canneries; Social Commentary; Canners


IN THE MOUNTAIN VALLEYS AROUND LAKE WOLFER    Poem Text    
First Line: In the mountain valleys around lake wolfer
Last Line: And flapped their peppery feathers and ran after me
Subject(s): Fathers


IN THE MOUNTAIN VALLEYS AROUND LAKE WOLFER       
Last Line: And flapped their peppery feathers and ran after me
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


INSIDE THE JACKET       
First Line: I remember, many years ago


INTERVIEW AT THE TOTAL LIBERATION CAFE       
First Line: Goddess: so, what did you say you do?
Last Line: Goddess: your hand touching my knee - how shall I say? - you. %bobo: ah


IOWA BLUES BAR SPIRITUAL    Poem Text    
First Line: Little tokyo bar -- / ladies night, smoky gauze balcony, whispering tommy becker
Subject(s): Bars & Bartenders; Popular Culture - United States; Pubs; Taverns; Saloons


IOWA BLUES BAR SPIRITUAL       
First Line: Little tokyo bar -- %ladies night, smoky gauze balcony, whispering tommy becker
Last Line: Opal-eyed suzie in a flannel shirt; we beckon the spark, the body to live
Subject(s): Bars And Bartenders; Popular Culture - United States


IT IS SAID       
First Line: If you eat watermelon at night, you'll grow horns
Last Line: If you paste the virgin on your dashboard, you'll make it to tijuana


IT'S TIME TO SETTLE DOWN. IT'S TIME JUANITO GOES TO SCHOOL       
Last Line: The way my father called the doves
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


JADE MOTHER GODDESS    Poem Text    
First Line: Frida came back and kicked away the features
Last Line: The small inventory is simple – this sweaty speakerly master
Subject(s): Sculpture & Sculptors


JUNE JOURNALS 6-1-88       
First Line: As chicano artists, we have always pulled out our images, landscapes and
Last Line: I love sculpture, the art of breaking space. %writing, the quarry


JUNE JOURNALS 6-13-88       
First Line: I am looking across the table. Margarita luna has just finished organizing
Last Line: Men in line signing books


JUNE JOURNALS 6-16-88       
First Line: Fifteen years later at another institution in a much smaller room at zapata
Last Line: Decapitations. But, who listens?


JUNE JOURNALS 6-2-88       
First Line: Thursday: apparitions in flesh
Last Line: I wonder how much those congas are


JUNE JOURNALS 6-23-88       
First Line: I am turning right at santa clara blvd at 10th street. My lawyer, s.Z
Last Line: Enchi-taco paradise. Imagine?


JUNE JOURNALS 6-25-88       
First Line: The chick I bounced was for $208. My buddy, alfonso s., did the design
Last Line: By his bank. I wish my bank would do that once in a while


JUNE JOURNALS 6-27-88       
First Line: A writer must deal with big questions, big deepness, big heart, big fist
Last Line: Some sweaty-assed two-bit newsletter on this? Is this the extent of our voice %in 1988? In june?


JUNE JOURNALS 6-29-88       
First Line: I am looking at a tree and the tv wires above. My backyard hummingbird
Last Line: Bulovas and chinese dragons and okinawa black jersey jackets. And fire


JUNE JOURNALS 6-29-88       
First Line: What is mexico? Another fast stop for quasi-beat u.S. Middle-class poets to
Last Line: Ruben martinez, and friends. I'll be looking hard. Everyone will be looking hard - I hope


JUNE JOURNALS 6-3-88       
First Line: Yesterday I picked up an issue of la regla rota, a tough mex-punk magazine
Last Line: Ham and cheese. A writer with a maid that makes burritas?


JUNE JOURNALS 6-4-88       
First Line: There are too many iron grids in california
Last Line: As acid. The question is, who speaks at all?


JUNE JOURNALS 6-5-88       
First Line: Sunday: %there is an empty foto-mat store on 11th street and san fernando, next
Last Line: To turn its head in any direction, day or night and scream and breathe and live


JUNE JOURNALS 6-5-88       
First Line: I was invited to give a commencement rap a few weeks ago for the english
Last Line: Partner margarita luna robles


JUNE JOURNALS 6-6-88       
First Line: When my mother died I discovered a small address book. I was going
Last Line: About deep nurturance and about deep loving. How can there be real %relationships without these?


JUNE JOURNALS 6-7-88       
First Line: Been thinking about buffalo an inmate at soledad prison where I teach a
Last Line: Places? Trade places with a city supervisor?


JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88    Poem Text    
First Line: The check I bounced was for $208. My buddy, alfonso s., did the design
Last Line: By his bank. I wish my bank would do that once in a while
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Chicano


JUTE-BOY AT THE NATURALIZATION DERBY       
First Line: In the chevy-sack, mottled & sharp: lean boy, to the ride
Last Line: Before you. Can you identify? Let's leave the question %open


KALIWEY       
First Line: In the kaliwey
Last Line: From ladino %town fright


KAUYUMARI, I SING TO YOU       
First Line: Kauyumari, I sing to you, sacred deer advisor, to you alone, besides my father
Last Line: Awareness into a new form of capitalism


LA BANDERA       
First Line: So %they fight over you
Last Line: This aroma of storms
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA BICICLETA       
First Line: We were going to the park
Last Line: Losing us, in one rocking second
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA BOTELLA       
First Line: 100 proof mata perro, street-kill dog
Last Line: With its deep-cupped crazy tongue
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA CABRA       
First Line: The goat is my favorite. In jive beard
Last Line: Ripping its heart out. For the moment %chew on some of this
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA CAIDA       
First Line: A man is just beginning. He is at the tip
Last Line: Where I am going, he says. At last I know
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA CAMPINA       
First Line: Say bay, so I got a job. Yeah
Last Line: The grimace inside this building. Listen up
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA CANOA       
First Line: It is late, time to leave. To let go
Last Line: I am not who I am either. It is time %to leave. It is late
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA ESCALERA       
First Line: We are hobbling up, as usual, up the dome
Last Line: What happens in the oven %will happen to us
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA ESPADA       
First Line: Ladies & gentlemen %call me senorita spear ii
Last Line: Birth, cross your legs, aspire, aim
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA ESTRELLA       
First Line: I will tell you. My five-pointed heart
Last Line: Dissipate in each other's arms. Cut souls %above chimney stacks
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA EVA       
First Line: Remember that man with a little cheese
Last Line: Gestapo breastplate fashion, my anger-deadening naked strut
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA GALLINA       
First Line: One eye sees all
Last Line: What matters is the eye, its fury-seed %the total exit
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA GUITARRA       
First Line: Mi guitarra conoce todo. My guitar
Last Line: Herself as a guitar, the omnivorous eater %of this nine-headed universe
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA LAGARTIJA       
First Line: Ese loco, say dude %you are growing on me, sabes?
Last Line: Swerve your doors, tilt the wheel
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA LOTERIA    Poem Text    
First Line: In my sleep, in this hurricane fiasco
Last Line: Without remorse or regret, with relish
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game); Mexican Americans


LA LOTERIA       
First Line: In my sleep, in this hurricane fiasco
Last Line: Without remorse or regret, with relish
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA MANO       
First Line: The left-handed angel was punished
Last Line: She draws the sun, the dead-eyed orb, the shining %one that leads us
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA MARLENE GREW UP IN THE MOVIMIENTO       
First Line: Cuando era chiquita
Last Line: Esa marlene, %grew up in el movimiento


LA MIGRA       
First Line: This is your twin without the other-half
Last Line: His borderlands so infinite
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA MOMIA AZTECA ALWAYS FOLLOWED ME ACROSS THE BORDER WHILE I HID       
First Line: Pontela en las botas. Put it in your boots
Last Line: Tiny pool-shaped mirror


LA MOSCA       
First Line: There is an enigma at your feet, a few
Last Line: Its slender, bodies, how could we speak of all this?
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA MUERTE    Poem Text    
First Line: My word against theirs, my sickle humor
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game); Mexican Americans


LA MUERTE       
First Line: My word against theirs, my sickle humor
Last Line: A cash & carry star of exits and entrances
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA PALMA    Poem Text    
First Line: In my last love letter -- you know
Last Line: Disappearing before me, yes, it was me without you
Subject(s): Love – Unrequited


LA PALMA       
First Line: In my last love letter -- you know
Last Line: Disappearing before me yes, it was me without you
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA PERA       
First Line: Say baby, yeah you again, in that
Last Line: You don't dare me. Do you?
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA PESTE       
First Line: La peste arrived before we did
Last Line: To one another, the idea of love, voice, time
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA POETA       
First Line: Examine closely, comrade
Last Line: After fire, ignite the tips of your red %breasts, suckle this mirror I carry
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA PRENSA       
First Line: In '68, all the flowers fell. In tlatelolco
Last Line: This shrunken room stained with paper & emptiness?
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA PUERCA       
First Line: I lived in a condo underneath an apple tree
Last Line: Who entered me, who took me, who eats me now?
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA ROSA       
First Line: You called my name
Last Line: New silences & new loves. I use the word silences %for sky
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA SANTA NINA       
First Line: Go to her %from the mercado, your knees dipped
Last Line: Your glass case, your reflected face
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA SERPIENTE    Poem Text    
First Line: No one's got me right. That's all I can tell you
Last Line: They forget how I laugh. I laugheith perfection


LA SERPIENTE       
First Line: No one's got me right. That's all I can tell you
Last Line: They forget how I laugh. I laugh with perfection
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA SILLA       
First Line: Fashioned from wwii chest skin
Last Line: Your name in its flowery design, its downturned flourishes
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA SIRENA       
First Line: I stalked her, for centuries
Last Line: Your black tresses inside my eyes, infinite %dying, blossoming
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA TORTURA       
First Line: Don't kid yourself. I am easy. See this vato
Last Line: With so much language about love
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA TRAMPA       
First Line: Lissen baby, so you got me cornered, so, my back's
Last Line: Give me black world, take me
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA TRISTEZA       
First Line: Don't pity me %don't grind ablutions
Last Line: Slash into all the eyes
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA VACA       
First Line: Hamburger said to the bread
Last Line: And the freezing child %below the she-belly?
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA VENGANZA       
First Line: Say baby %do me a favor
Last Line: Oh, the a tattoo is for absolute-cut
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA VICTIMA    Poem Text    
First Line: Don't believe anything I've said. Everything
Last Line: How I lean to one side disappear into the haze
Subject(s): Truth


LA VICTIMA       
First Line: Don't believe anything I've said. Everything
Last Line: How I lean to one side and disappear into the haze
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LA VIRGEN       
First Line: We lift her above our shoe-shine kit
Last Line: The sickle moon. Listen to your blood
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LAS TIJERAS       
First Line: Got this itch in my pants. Can't tell if it's
Last Line: Clip you, let me shave you down to my size
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LAST BLOOD WORDS       
First Line: In the mind, %in the mind pig, we say - world
Last Line: (or the moon separating itself from the clouds?


LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS    Poem Text     Recitation by Author
First Line: Before you go further
Last Line: The mist becomes central to your existence
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets


LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY    Poem Text    
Last Line: En las manos de nuestro amor
Subject(s): Nature


LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY    Poem Text     Recitation by Author
Last Line: En las manos de nuestro amor
Subject(s): Farm Life; Social Commentary; Relationships


LET YOURSELF BE SIDETRACKED BY YOUR GUIRO       
First Line: Never took anyone's advice
Last Line: Avenue with a continuous blare in the head


LETTER TO THE HUNGRY STUDENTS OF BERLIN       
First Line: Big sky, above us. %yes, above us
Last Line: With each other. Old light %and new light


LIMPIA FOR WALKING INTO CLEAR CAMPOS       
First Line: Step ahead be careful - the ice, you can slip
Last Line: As I walk, I melt with the snow


LITERARY ASYLUMS       
First Line: R-writrs live in immense warehouses. There they write at ease
Last Line: Outside beasts and jagged strokes of color blur
Subject(s): Writing And Writers


LORD JIM       
First Line: They never found her
Last Line: He knew the husband. Carmen. She knew. Both did


LOS AMIGOS       
First Line: His mustard suits, his pizza head
Last Line: For your late-night accordion ear
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LOS BORRACHOS       
First Line: You -- murrieta! You got the winer?
Last Line: Say, murrieta, we're in deep, baby
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LOS FUMADORES       
First Line: Tibet, tangiers, hyde street riffs, come
Last Line: Through the love-swamp, suck & shake, baby
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LOS GUARACHES       
First Line: You are steppin' up
Last Line: More days than nights. More scars than sighs
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LOS MUSICOS       
First Line: As the glaciers undo their fondue
Last Line: Salty guillotines rated x, the g strings, busted
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LOS PIES       
First Line: Step, break, slip %and speak at the foot
Last Line: Unraveling, at your fanciful door
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LOS SUPLICANTES       
First Line: Empanizado, breaded one, frito
Last Line: Listen to every drop of the new fire
Subject(s): Chicanos; Loteria (game)


LOSS, REVIVAL, AND RETRIBUTIONS (NEON DESERT COLLAGE)       
First Line: I've been bad-mouthing love too much
Last Line: Stands there, with orchids. I can see it all, now. Above %ms


LOVE THE VICTIM HARDER THAN YOU LOVE HIS KILLER       
First Line: Margarita prays %for her 22-year-old brother, ricky
Last Line: The night is wet with victims, %year in year out


LUZ    Poem Text     Recitation by Author
First Line: Brick beds toilet lines the mexican road on fire 1917
Last Line: A child speaks with a man a man among the trees
Subject(s): Chicanos; Mexican Americans


M.O.C.O.S. (MEXICANS OR CHICANOS OR SOMETHING)       
First Line: I could never figure it out
Last Line: It hold. Why was it burning so fast -- %red, yellow, red, r


MACHOFILIA       
First Line: Tobacco socks %leather forks %redwood boxers
Last Line: Rib eye face cream %distance-o-matic enhancer machine
Variant Title(s): Machofilia(s


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 1       
First Line: The sun rises %over the distant sands of my pueblo, acteal
Last Line: That dreams in my womb, the military storm


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 10       
First Line: Morning opens like the grasses
Last Line: The act of being reborn


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 11       
First Line: Wind from chenalho %broken cornfield, weeping bone
Last Line: You sleep in my hair and awake in my footsteps


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 12       
First Line: It makes me laugh to think
Last Line: Cry, sweat-caress my hard belly


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 13       
First Line: The soldiers scratch themselves and smoke
Last Line: Like a plantation perfumed, dried sausages


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 14       
First Line: I walk and go in circles
Last Line: In pieces and fires-goose bumps


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 15       
First Line: Totil meil, %I finished my weavings
Last Line: Rebel corn over a mountain of sun


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 2       
First Line: Yesterday an ambulance arrived
Last Line: Lost among other clouds and thin rain


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 3       
First Line: I hear a distant drum, I hear flutes
Last Line: Over the domes of the city %and the beheaded skies


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 4       
First Line: The press arrives, officials arrive
Last Line: Except this cold wind that does not bear fruit


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 5       
First Line: I am makal, %the child woman of chenalho
Last Line: I am makal, the child woman of the willows


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 6       
First Line: They ran out the governor of chiapas
Last Line: Of their innocent women with their liquid hair


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 8       
First Line: Child, rise, %they come to see you. Yes
Last Line: But I can feel you


MAKAL: DAUGHTER OF THE DRUMS: 9       
First Line: Makal, my walking stick, %my father moans
Last Line: My mother says, almost in silence


MAKAL: DAUGTHER OF THE DRUMS: 7       
First Line: The crosses of tzontehuitz shield me
Last Line: So far from me, rise and fall in the night


MAN GOES WOMAN       
First Line: When he orders a falafel and calls it a phil
Last Line: When he comes home & kisses the one he loves


MARGARITA WALKS THE FIELDS IN FRESNO       
First Line: Margarita, stays in fresno. I am out in carbondale, writing, listening to
Last Line: Or alone as I am, sometimes, when we walk through ourselves, when we are apart


MARIACHI DRAG STAR       
First Line: Air guitar on lincoln blvd.
Last Line: Wrapped in a rum-colored scarf before she dies. Now, he rub reads it like a novel


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 1       
First Line: When the soldiers broke through, I thought of you, pascuala
Last Line: Ash, iron-where are you?


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 10       
First Line: The earth mask explodes
Last Line: So heavy and pauses so eternal?


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 11       
First Line: More youth arrive, they carry kindling
Last Line: The children play in the rubble


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 12       
First Line: Pascuala, the graygreen men continue with their parade
Last Line: This infinite movement, this quake of night against night


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 13       
First Line: Am I talking to myself?
Last Line: It is the little and hunched light of the blood %that flows outside


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 14       
First Line: The sun freezes, %lights up the cold and damp streets
Last Line: Blows naked and eats up our tresses and vapors


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 15       
First Line: Makal! %xunka, let's go
Last Line: That still searches for a path, a voice


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 2       
First Line: I smile at my destiny, the war, the few things left
Last Line: Their wolf eyes, voices without souls


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 3       
First Line: A military tank brushes me, but I escape
Last Line: This walking stick of black wood


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 4       
First Line: I used to cook in a thatched-roof house
Last Line: Bodies without faces, vessels without destinies


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 5       
First Line: I go down the mountain, a gurney from the red cross
Last Line: Tumbling down from the highlands


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 6       
First Line: Blood travels through the streets
Last Line: An x in the center of its heart


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 7       
First Line: Why am I tzotzil?
Last Line: I am from chenalho, that's what I say %and I break


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 8       
First Line: Rifles and blue stones %loosened eyelashes and red corn nectars
Last Line: Furious machetes, explosion %of knives


MARUCH: GRANDMOTHER OF THE ROADS: 9       
First Line: I touch you across the morning, pascuala
Last Line: Pascuala, come this instant, come flying


MEMORIA(S) FROM AN EXILE'S NOTEBOOK OF THE FUTURE       
First Line: It took me long to walk
Last Line: Full of burnished beings, the ones I was given


METAMORPHOSIS OF AUSCHWITZ (FR GIRAFFE ON FIRE)       
First Line: She listened to tjader on 22nd
Last Line: A dog eats a crab and a cala lily erupts a shadow of a wild egg


MEXICAN WORLD MURAL 5 X 25       
First Line: In august he boarded the bus %the a.D.O. %for southern mexico and saw
Last Line: And the infinite flame in the bones of your/children
Variant Title(s): Mexican World Mural / 5 X 2


MILAGROS & ANCIENT ANGELS       
First Line: At an early age my mother warned me, you have a star on your forehead
Last Line: With their pointed faces and flint noses, swiveling their eyes from undercover vans


MILLENNIUM OMENS       
First Line: Van gogh's self-portrait on tylenol bottles
Last Line: Davidian carrot cake bake sale %silicon breast boddhisattva


MISSION STREET MANIFESTO       
First Line: Blow out the jiving smoke the plastik mix the huddling straw of the


MONDAY: I AM       
Last Line: Crazy tin shrapnel sky shred


MONDAY: NO       
Last Line: In the house of the foreman - you want her bricklayer


MONDAY: PRI JET       
Last Line: In the stone rubble volcanic ash


MONDAY: STILL       
Last Line: Take you apart on your very own shore


MONDAY: I       
First Line: I judge you here I
Last Line: And this floor inundated with horns and flames breaks your face


MONDAY: NOTHING       
First Line: Nothing only nothing and fists - full of veins
Last Line: Amerinothing of your great lobster hands like this %you want us


MONDAY: YOU       
First Line: #name?
Last Line: I judge you - like the orphan and poet (that I am


MY MOTHER WAS A HEALER       
Last Line: Out of bed in their squeaky paper boots
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


MY MOTHER WOULD COOK BREAKFAST OUTSIDE, IN THE OPEN       
Last Line: The wavy clay of the land was my plate
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


MY PLUTOMOBILE       
First Line: Runs on ham hawks & bird grease
Last Line: Runs on free on free on free on free


MY RICE QUEENS       
First Line: You drag it across tijuana, drag it hard from tecate
Last Line: You took me yesterday. Take me today


NEW YORK CITY ANGELIC: I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT       
Last Line: & sew, carry to market! Who owns the market? That is the old .75 question. %bag it, baby


NEW YORK CITY ANGELIC: BACK ON SCHEDULE       
First Line: Back on schedule. Eatin' beans & receivin' e-mail. Makin' love & teachin'
Last Line: Back to me in a coupla weeks. This is good. Johnny small fry moves on to %the center grill


NEW YORK CITY ANGELIC: I SIT AT GATE #9       
First Line: I sit at gate #9 fresno wednesday a.M. Mechanics 'fix' the late engines of
Last Line: Blows & tears another pattern through the dome


NEW YORK CITY ANGELIC: I WAS DOING A POETRY READING THING       
First Line: I was doing a poetry reading thing, a tour with amiri baraka. We kicked it
Last Line: Roller blades w/bread rolls & flowers


NEW YORK CITY ANGELIC: JOSH, MY SON, SAID       
First Line: Josh, my son, said he'd probably show up with champagne and fire poems
Last Line: No chain %no shame %no name


NEW YORK CITY ANGELIC: LISTEN CLOSELY       
First Line: Listen closely to the united pilot's statement about fixing
Last Line: A wooden spoon speaks louder than a metal fork. %gracias, gracias, gracias


NEW YORK CITY ANGELIC: NEED A ZEN QUOTE       
First Line: Need a zen quote. A zen quote that will join this plane to nyc with the
Last Line: Pretzels. Poems with the frontal image stepping & stuttering away from the mind


NEW YORK CITY ANGELIC: PS 94       
First Line: 4/17: %just hustled back from ps 94 - largest elementary in brooklyn. Between
Last Line: The clear virgin oil of olives


NEW YORK CITY ANGELIC: READING GINSBERG'S       
First Line: Reading ginsberg's mid-fifties journals. Dreams, smokes, travels to sacto
Last Line: Kerosene. This ink lamp wicker. Illusions. The poetry biz subverts me. So


NIGHT TRAIN TO TUXTLA       
First Line: Downslope, sleek concrete
Last Line: And the indian soldiers stand with their automatics. Uprigh entrance to every boutique


NINTH ELEGY       
First Line: Why, if this interval of being can be spent serenely
Last Line: Wells up in my heart


NORTEAMERICA, I AM YOUR SCAR       
First Line: My friends grab at their shoulders
Last Line: When we shall walk with two legs once again %and when our hands shall burst from your hands


NOTES FOR 'BROADWAY INDIAN'       
First Line: This canto is dedicated to my huichol, cora, tepehuano, and mexicanero
Last Line: And hospitality - and in memory of the late ramon medina silva, friend and guide


NOTES ON OTHER CHICANA & CHICANO INVENTIONS       
First Line: Like I said, %cilantro aftershave
Last Line: The size of a calabaza, you hear, %escuincla?


NOTHING IS TAKEN THAT IS NOT GIVEN       
First Line: The rap beat of arrested development flared through the red
Last Line: Nothing was taken that was not given
Subject(s): Anthropology; Ethnic Identity; Explorers; Native Americans - History; Native Americans - Reservations; Tourists; Travel


NOW SHALL I PRAISE THE CITIES, THOSE LONG-SURVIVING       
Last Line: Will leap upon him and force him to %fight for his life


OFELIA IN MANHATTAN, CIRCA 1943       
First Line: Girl, you couldn't sports a finer gabardine jacket
Last Line: Look sharp forever. It was our island, girl


ON THE DAY OF THE DEAD, MR. EMPTINESS SINGS OF LOVE       
First Line: Maga plays at the blue tarp -- the tavern spilling its melancholy letters
Last Line: And all the hired hands, especially the hands will rise


ON THE OTHER SIDE OF PUCCINI'S: NORTH BEACH, SAN FRANCISCO, 1994       
First Line: Spark the red lowriders of espanola, at the bottom rung of la estafeta
Last Line: About to say a few more words as the sharp flame lights up his kind still face


ONE DAY MY FATHER DECIDED       
Last Line: From a box radio on the wall
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


ONE IS FOR MAAX, ONE IS FOR JABALI    Poem Text    
First Line: This unknown fountain, fifteen mayas
Last Line: Waveless, half of the world in light
Subject(s): Mexico


ONE IS FOR MAAX, ONE IS FOR JABALI       
First Line: This unknown fountain. Fifteen mayas
Last Line: Waveless, half of the world in light


ONE THOUSAND STRINGS OF OBLIVION & A BUCKET OF GRAVE DIRT       
First Line: Kasakhstan rises from the communist rubble
Last Line: Go singing. Go standing, against me


ONE TIME WE VISITED FRIENDS IN FOWLER       
Last Line: Where I learned to sing
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


ORANGE STOP ON 99       
First Line: Ain't nothing better, than pulling over - after the pizca in fresno, on the
Last Line: Off a half dozen of the grower's naranjas for the sweet road ahead, que no?


OYEME, MAMITA: ANOTHER CROSSING       
First Line: This is what I am sensing. Tortilla flats is the barometer, the long wooden
Last Line: Words, you. Not me. Look at yourself put words on paper - you


OYEME, MAMITA: I AM THAT PAPER       
First Line: I am that paper, I am those words now, the ink burns pyres in every cell
Last Line: Luminous fallen side of the night. Oyeme


OYEME, MAMITA: LA REINA IS GONE. BEKINS IS OUT       
First Line: The brewery has been replaced by shrewd developers, a school, a condo, a
Last Line: Royal jelly hearts - mamita, oyeme


OYEME, MAMITA: LETTERS ON ASPHALT, LETTERS ON COFFEE, LETTERS ON RAGS       
First Line: Are we are the letters, mamita? Oyeme, are we are the ones inside the
Last Line: Lose it when I get romantic


OYEME, MAMITA: STANDING ON 20TH & HARRISON       
First Line: Tortilla flats, where railroad tracks still cut across the street, bekins
Last Line: Cold ink on a yellow legal pad


OYEME, MAMITA: TORTILLA FLATS IS THE PLACE TO BE       
First Line: There is hope. Yes, no?
Last Line: My hands talking empty


OYEME, MAMITA: WELFARE DAYS & WELFARE NIGHTS       
First Line: That should be a song for freddy fender, our song. All that is over too
Last Line: Us, punishing us for giving them form and voice and exposure


OYEME, MAMITA: WHAT IS THIS 'LOOKING,' THIS 'SEEING' YOU MENTION?       
First Line: Were you talking about my intentions, my self-made pulp office, a feeble
Last Line: Water. Tortilla flats moves like fire. What about words on paper?


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 1       
First Line: My daughter, xunka, you search for me
Last Line: Of fire and tender frenzy in the wind


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 10       
First Line: I sing upon sponges of ruins
Last Line: Made of yarn and wool, of pollen to tree bouquet %of war to freedom


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 11       
First Line: Your father's guitar
Last Line: But they do not know he is made of wool, %earth and song


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 12       
First Line: The pueblo's triumph will rise from a torn branch
Last Line: Into birds and serpents and women and hard thunder


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 13       
First Line: Like this, liberty arrives, xunka
Last Line: For everything, for every one


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 14       
First Line: Xunka, you plant, dream, you weave
Last Line: Each color, each pattern, xunka, %is a new star


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 2       
First Line: You do not look at me when I caress you
Last Line: Only the damp floors, the brilliant corners


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 3       
First Line: They left me, half-buried, among the fields of coffee
Last Line: They left me, half-buried, among the fields of coffee


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 4       
First Line: Remember, xunka?
Last Line: Where there is more light, I search


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 5       
First Line: Your grandmother escaped, they say. She left without a spoon
Last Line: An ocean of oils arrives, the waves that you always dreamed


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 6       
First Line: Here we suffer, here we find ecstasy, in this salt fist
Last Line: Now you are left and this hungry flame of suns %in your bones


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 7       
First Line: I crossed through the anguish
Last Line: Let us go rising over the dark night edges of this nation


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 8       
First Line: Bishop garcia prepares the wake
Last Line: This smoke-whirled sepulchre


PASCUALA: MOTHER AMONG THUNDER: 9       
First Line: They are dragging the women by the braids
Last Line: Emits your rare and awakened heat


PATRICK HENRY ELEMENTARY, SAN FRANCISCO SIXTH-GRADE CLASS PHOTO       
First Line: That's em in the middle row, looking goofy
Last Line: Pony tail, she was the one


PHOTO-POEM OF THE CHICANO MORATORIUM 1980 - L.A., SELS.       
First Line: The march is holy. We are bleeding. The paper crosses unfold


PICK UP YOUR SEVERED HEAD & LET ME GET ON, BABY       
First Line: Been standing - since '56. In the shame light
Last Line: Pick up your severed head & %I'll pick up mine


POET'S 2027 ODYSSEY BACKPACK INSTRUCTIONS       
First Line: Do it on the road, red
Last Line: Be it on the honey, honey


POETRY OF AMERICA       
First Line: Of the sixty two
Last Line: And northern luzon where the ilongot seek the words %for the new revolution


PORTRAIT OF WOMAN IN LONG BLACK DRESS/AURELIA       
First Line: That morning you took the wind %in your hands
Last Line: Were searching for you in the stars


PUNK HALF PANTHER    Poem Text    
Last Line: Sliding’, always: for black journeys, always in holiness
Subject(s): Conduct Of Life; Social Commentary; Relationships


PUNK HALF PANTHER       
First Line: Lissen %to the whistle of night bats
Last Line: Sliding', always: for black journeys, always in holiness


QUEN BLOOD AMERICA       
First Line: Took her to the basement did you, fool?
Last Line: The doubled-up shape of this fixed body


RED-STRIPED ACCORDION I NEVER PLAYED       
First Line: Was on the black & white tv box
Last Line: And burned. And my hands, so fast. You wouldn't notice


RESURRECTION OF THE FLESH       
First Line: The gold triangle is my enemy
Last Line: Only the bust in the cave remains peaceful


ROAD CHANGED WITH THE SEASONS       
Last Line: And shrink into dark raisins
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


RODNEY KING, THE BLACK CHRIST OF LOS ANGELES AND ALL OUR WHI       
First Line: Listening to santana, again
Last Line: The black and brown wand of inspiration


ROLLING TO TAOS ON AN AZTEC MUSTANG       
First Line: 17 miles %south of san diego, in tijuana
Last Line: Blue mountains, blessing circles %above blue mountains


SAY BLOOD MAN       
First Line: You telling me everything is all right
Last Line: In regalia, bluegras anthems, the crime %sublime, dandy


SEA DURING SPRINGTIME       
First Line: Come down to this stony day
Last Line: Where the sea begins


SELENA IN CORPUS CHRISTI LACQUER RED       
First Line: In my own tex-mex breakdown, suffix
Last Line: W/your vocal & bruised accordion breast


SENORITA BLACK VELVET LATINA: ON THE CORONATION OF THE QUEEN       
First Line: Christ is a bottle of whiskey
Last Line: Nor are we liable for any party that may %take place in heaven and damages resulting thereof


SHAWASHTE       
First Line: I am coming back to the fiery humor of mexican towns. I've been dragging
Last Line: With my left than my right, like my father. There is much work to be done, %he would say. So many ru


SHAWASHTE       
First Line: I am coming back to the fiery humor of mexican towns, I've been dragging
Last Line: To sweep, so much blue dust to settle


SHE WANTS THE RING LIKE    Poem Text    
First Line: She wants the ring like he wants the suit of scars / but
Last Line: One thousand lucios with honeycomb eyebrows topaz bulletstraps?
Subject(s): Marriage


SIMON SAYS       
First Line: No bible in the tribe
Last Line: One hand clapping happens all the time


SIMPLE POET CONSTRUCTS HUNGER       
First Line: Give me bulgaria
Last Line: Weary - the smell of oil & potatoes


SLASHED EPISTEMOLOGY & WIRE CUTTERS       
First Line: Fry my eggs green. Cure the insanity in my shoes
Last Line: No doors no screws


SOLDIER'S BLUISH MANE       
First Line: I want to ask you. Can you touch
Last Line: Water, please. Water, then


SOMETIMES MY MOTHER WOULD SURPRISE US AT DINNER       
Last Line: And for a moment the world would stop spinning
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


SONNY, RUDY, RENE, & ME       
First Line: At the park. %with levis thick as tree bark and white t-shirts tucked in for
Last Line: Clown face. The fence behind us crosses its x's. One hundred x's for each one of us


SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA NOCTURNE (CIRCA 1964)       
First Line: He used to come pick me up in a baby blue tr-3 triumph
Last Line: What do you remember, tommy?


SPECKLED W/ RAZOR       
First Line: Open. Now -- I say: %twist the bare knuckles. Speckled with razor
Last Line: Radish tarps sway me, a makeshift sky lifts me


STEPPIN' INTO POWER IN THE AGE OF PLUTONIUM, THE SUPER-RIGHT, & OTHER       
First Line: What does it mean to step into power?
Last Line: Power in the first place? Power from where? Made from what?


STORY & KING BLVD: TEEN-AGE TOTEMS       
First Line: Skirt fenders on a two-tone plymouth like the one my uncle ferni drove to


STRIP / FROM CHINATOWN       
First Line: Walk the arid strip
Last Line: Scrape your music off my shoes & be free


STROKE THIS LOCKET SCAR       
First Line: Now, by the river - I raise my hand to my ear
Last Line: Where you %are at?


SUBCOMANDANTE CHIHUAHUA SPEAKS TO THE WORLD FINANCE MINISTERS & THE       
First Line: Queridos senyores: %before I begin
Last Line: Clear all third world debts. Remember the chihuahua motto: if you wanna %dog us, you gotta love us


SUBTLETIES       
First Line: Guys with clip-on ties that want to pin you down
Last Line: Woman at the bank with violin case


SUBZERO       
First Line: What did I know?
Last Line: They keep saying -to change


SUGARMAN'S BLOOD (YEAH, YOU)       
First Line: Say, sugarman - yeah, you, behind the filling station
Last Line: To this wicker throne, come on sugarman blue, the prize


SWISH GUITAR FOR THE ABUSED FREDERATIONS       
First Line: Hey, kid - wadda I say? Say, sit, boy fool. You sit
Last Line: Lips so full, so much in love. Better be you


TAKING A BATH IN AZTLAN       
First Line: Fast for three days on arroz and sweet tortillas, water & prayers, round
Last Line: Basket of steam, in friendship, love, clarity & peace


TATAREMA       
First Line: The bones curve out from the soldiers
Last Line: Abandoning the village, the highest regions across the horizeful, cameralike


TATEL       
First Line: Upside my arms, the shadow of my dream crawls toward the sky
Last Line: Down the city mountain - the santiago river appears


TEN STILL LIVES       
First Line: Man flying over bridge with orange sunset on shirt
Last Line: Husband in cheap hotel with mini-truck smoking %two breasts touching with two breasts touching


TENTH ELEGY       
First Line: Someday, emerging at last from the violent insight
Last Line: Whenever a happy thing falls


THE GAME OF COLOR    Poem Text    
First Line: In the master-palace
Last Line: Linked to the ideas of 'shining'
Subject(s): Blacks; Household Employees


THE MIRROR IN THE CANOPY    Poem Text    
First Line: There is something else to remember
Last Line: Maybe with the radio on, he considers all this again


THESE WORDS ARE SYNONYMOUS, NOW       
First Line: On the way to school I tell my son
Last Line: Take your time, take your time


THINGS RELIGION MAKES ME DO       
First Line: Get horny with the wrong images
Last Line: Sit back, cross my legs, and cry


THIS IS THE Z       
First Line: Z for elongated suffering cheese wheel
Last Line: Hunger & enlightenment


THIS SEMI-SKULL WORKER       
First Line: To rotate away from the guard, to flee
Last Line: Speckled & negative


THREE SUREFIRE ETHNIC SITCOMS: 1. THE LOST PICASSO ENCHILADA       
First Line: When picasso arrived in noba yor (he pronounced new york this way being
Last Line: And opened up the 'harpo gonzalez galeria' next to the kitchen. It reads %'welcome to noba yor.'


THREE SUREFIRE ETHNIC SITCOMS: 2. JUANTOOMANY       
First Line: Say, hullo there. %forget it
Last Line: Travels at the speed of juan. Here today, juan tomorrow.'


THREE SUREFIRE ETHNIC SITCOMS: 3. LA LLORONA POWER-WOMAN CONFIDENTIAL       
First Line: Classified sheet: la llorona meets dr. Espanto
Last Line: Her old sidekick from jefferson high and save the day?'


TIO CHENTE BRINGS ANCIENT COINS FROM CHINA       
First Line: That's your tio chente, mama would tell me paging through this old album
Last Line: Me, juan, what are you doing now?


TIO FERNANDO & THE CHAMUCO OF ATIZAPAN DE ZARAGOZA       
First Line: Eighty years plus now, lives in apartment #10, four tvs, seven radios
Last Line: De paja stuck to your zapatos


TOMORROW I LEAVE TO EL PASO, TEXAS    Poem Text    
First Line: See my brother-in-law with a styled shirt
Last Line: It is the same one but I am hopeful
Subject(s): Homecoming; Dogs


TROPICAL PARROTS    Poem Text    
First Line: For us / there are no macro-worlds. No footing where we can
Last Line: An eagle to descend long ago
Subject(s): Parrots


TWO TACOS AL PASTORAL: 1. HOW TO COMB YOUR HAIR HIGH UP LIKE A TIPI       
First Line: Albina closed her eyes
Last Line: You must remember, it wasn't that long ago we stopped cooking with crisco


TWO TACOS AL PASTORAL: 2. MY CHICKENS SAY, 'POR FAVOR, SI SENOR, SI       
First Line: Of course chickens don't talk - this was the first piece of common
Last Line: Sundry squad of hens and raven-colored roosters in saluting the new sun


UNDELIVERED LETTERS TO VICTOR: 1       
First Line: You point your finger at me and say that if one chicano or latina makes it
Last Line: Originals. Maybe this is the key - invention. Is it possible? %original?


UNDELIVERED LETTERS TO VICTOR: 10       
First Line: 1996 looms over me. I still think of jose antonio burciaga, whose funeral
Last Line: Pious again, a bad chicano habit


UNDELIVERED LETTERS TO VICTOR: 11       
First Line: Just want to congratulate you in some way that makes sense although
Last Line: Thing is, what will you say?


UNDELIVERED LETTERS TO VICTOR: 17       
First Line: I'm livin' in fresno, now, you know, like you used to; I ask my friends, how
Last Line: With love and nothingness tearing through its palm-shaped heart


UNDELIVERED LETTERS TO VICTOR: 30       
First Line: Have you seen the young ones, the generations of raza poets and writers
Last Line: Make sure I say what I mean


UNDELIVERED LETTERS TO VICTOR: 31       
First Line: American originals, I repeat, then I think of time. Maybe time more than
Last Line: The old lochman furniture store clock on mission street ticks again, then falls apart


UNDELIVERED LETTERS TO VICTOR: 38       
First Line: Perhaps the notion of being american is off center - there is no center
Last Line: Around us, the mission is on, vic - I am wandering off, again, I know


UNDELIVERED LETTERS TO VICTOR: 4       
First Line: I've been away for a while. But I never leave this tropical cement speckled
Last Line: Bushes and branches epileptic and hardened by trash and the boom-crash of wild neglect


UNDELIVERED LETTERS TO VICTOR: 7       
First Line: Burciaga's death marks the end of an era, let me use these terms just once
Last Line: Some runaway dude lost between iowa and canada, in between there, see?


UNDELIVERED LETTERS TO VICTOR: 8       
First Line: What are we renewing?
Last Line: Light, rain, more rain


UNDELIVERED LETTERS TO VICTOR: 9       
First Line: I want to rock in tede matthew's america and his hula palace - remember
Last Line: Metaphors or even about quality and craft; you know what I mean?


VELVET BAROQUE / ACT       
First Line: I have never felt so rococo


VIETNAM VETERANO SPECIAL: WITH ASPIRINS & WHITE POWDERED DONUTS       
First Line: Charley picks me up in his off-white '79 celica. (margarita needs our '74
Last Line: Charley teaches chicano literature, I teach cross-cultural communication


WAR VOYEURS    Poem Text    
First Line: I don't understand why men make war
Last Line: And gaze at the calibrated murder as lovers of beauty?
Subject(s): War; Social Commentary


WAR VOYEURS       
First Line: I do not understand why men make war
Last Line: To snap open a favorite window %and gaze at the calibrated murder as lovers of beauty?


WATER WATER WATER WIND WATER    Poem Text    
Last Line: You are alive still
Subject(s): Katrina, Hurricane


WATERING CEBOLLA WHILE MY FATHER BURNS LENA       
First Line: Step down from the traila early morning, 6 a.M.
Last Line: Sways, small offerings come to me, gentle winds


WE ARE ALL SAYING THE SAME THING       
First Line: Yeti come down. The escape is over - the earthquake
Last Line: Wonder about our ends, then , our beginnings


WE ARE MADE       
First Line: We are made - pure by power
Last Line: I lift my hands - marker of fists, honorary %all that is left simple - runs down my veins
Subject(s): Nature


WEANING OF FURNITURE-NUTRITION (FRM GIRAFFE ON FIRE)       
First Line: My leg stiffens. The crotch that holds me has become my aromatic
Last Line: That smells of apples and duck feathers


WHEN HE BELIEVED HIMSELF TO BE YOUNG GIRL (FR GIRAFFE/FIRE)       
First Line: Hold up the right corner of the sea
Last Line: And another man was raising her hair
Variant Title(s): When He Believed Himself To Be A Young Girl Lifting The Skin Of Th


WHEREVER WE STOPPED, WE SET UP A CARPA -- A TENT       
Last Line: The tiny holes of the canvas
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


WIXARIKA       
First Line: What %did I know?
Last Line: In neon flesh, in fresh wetness


WRITING BY THE HAND       
First Line: According to the pen, the writer was sitting
Last Line: Will be yours. Myth and coffee, jasmine or milk


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 1       
First Line: Chenalho-who?
Last Line: In tiny girl explosions that no one see


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 10       
First Line: Tombs and martydom
Last Line: Dead from thirst?


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 11       
First Line: The beasts fled among the canyons
Last Line: At the foot of tzontehuitz mountain


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 12       
First Line: A smile glides over the water
Last Line: In surrender over my shoulders


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 13       
First Line: Here, rain comes down %burning leaves
Last Line: Purple, abandoned in bitterness and hope


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 14       
First Line: I want to eat a bit of tortilla
Last Line: Today I am twelve years of age


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 2       
First Line: Tin roofs, slips in flame
Last Line: Some violet smoke that crosses itself as it falls?


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 3       
First Line: San cristobal de las casas, the smoke
Last Line: And the warehouse adorned with sad soldiers


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 4       
First Line: Gardens and tombs of mineral and vengeance
Last Line: Observes us, tolerates us and forgets us


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 5       
First Line: Do you remember grandmother maruch who sold paper flowers
Last Line: Will it be my father who calls me with his machete?


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 6       
First Line: Furnaces burst out of the trails with their banderillas
Last Line: What's your name? They ask me. Where does your mother hide?


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 7       
First Line: The street falls apart
Last Line: My small fists rise up %from a simple bag of sugar and coffee


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 8       
First Line: I call out to my mother-pascuala
Last Line: This night of storms and deep waters


XUNKA: THE LOST DAUGHTER: 9       
First Line: The zapatistas are in mourning
Last Line: And these feet that tremble when they touch the rainy earth


YELLOW ROOM       
First Line: The table gleams %the easel contains an ochre/liquid/you'll return to that
Last Line: It's only a picture/monochrome/jaune the dead body circling %watching your cage


YOU & I BELONG IN THIS KITCHEN    Poem Text    
First Line: Longtime hermano bob tells me
Last Line: The view with no one in front or in back
Subject(s): Friendship


YOU WERE BORN ON THE ROAD, LIKE YOUR FATHER       
Last Line: The land like tropical birds
Subject(s): Children Of Migrant Workers; Mexican American Families


YOUNG KURAMOTO       
First Line: He was a sad angel, kuramoto - a family man of eight, on welfare subsidies
Last Line: The suffering place, this kuramoto can do, a permissible move


YOUR THROAT BURNS, RED       
Last Line: And you cry, sucker. %you cry %for her


ZETA       
First Line: Zeta mendoza is dead. I left him doubled up in a small cornfield in panama
Last Line: Shimmering bronze suits on their walls. Now, it was all abots. Squares. %upside-down eyes


ZOOT SUIT ON A BED OF SPANISH RICE       
First Line: When one of us dies you can tell
Last Line: Stone bowl. The one that rocks on three legs