The gentle chug of your heart challenged the tick-tock, tick-tock of the clock
- I heard it - and I became aware
that the blacks of your eyes, with intense revolutions, saw me as past tense.

In response, the cave of my head opened up wider than ever before in an attempt to make you smile.
What was accomplished was an awful spillage of cream cheese which fell right in front of your feet.

You did smile though, it was an awkward smile but you smiled wider than ever before.
Y ahi tu sin ningun miedo recogistes y comistes mis palabras como si fueran forever-scented strawberries.

IF I AM TO CREATE SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL, LET IT BE THIS.
P L E A. "(SE)ñor Dios Tododestrusoso, te lo suplicó. Haz me el favor y salvamé una vez mas. Amen."

If I drop my phone at the bottom of the ocean, will the dead sea answer my calls?
And if it were up to you,
would mayonnaise still cost $3.99 at the liquor store?
These are questions that need answers to at three in the morning.

But most importantly -
Will my saviour have time to make me breakfast in the afternoon?
Lord knows I love my Cheerios.

Valley dripping of milk and honey.
Chestnut washed lands and symmetrical hills with two temples
burning incense to Ganesha.
A deep cave yet unsettled by civilization.
The environment pronounces "devastation" wrong but the mind
was conquered by a Greek.

Oh scattered freckles like pebbles orange.
It's mid June,
still, Hunab Ku is my one true Lord and red lipstick on brown girls
still turns me on.
So who am I really running from?

At a distance, successful X.O.C.H.
is holding hands with Salvador Domingo Felipe Jancinto Dali i Domenech.
- RAW -

At a distance, a rusted gold coin with exact exchange value of one half dime
buys El Castillo de Chapultepec without a fight,
but who am I really running away from?
You?

Valley fortified and in control.
Beautiful nature: BRIGHT COLORED FRUIT Y FLORES RECIEN NACIDOS DE UN NOPAL
CON UNA CUEVA ENVENENADA.
She is Queen of flowers
- RAW -
Only if that is what you desire.

The Sixteen Sacred Palm-Nuts of Yoruba
all enclosed in my fists,
ready to spread holiness in Uganda and Baja California.

I slept last night at the beach
after a long hike down the Sierra Madres.
(The Blackhawks were facing the kings of the western region tribe of Tongva,
and if I were to be a spectator
the privileged white male would win:
so I didn't want to sin).

No more.

I went to Rent-A-*****,
that sunny afternoon.
To my surprise
it was stationed at the shore.

Those were my goon days when I followed the guru
     Long hair, beaded necklaces, and silk indigenous shirts from Nayarit.
Just to **** Hunab Ku
For you.

"Medium" sized button-up
Tommy Hilfiger fits me big
As if it were an extra large
I don't mind
            I like it.

Green.
Darker than grass
Completely green, painted by an
Indigenous craftsman
From New Mexico
The Apache,

My Fathers.

They painted red flowers.

With orange stars in the middle,
Scattered randomly
        Perfectly
Throughout the long sleeve button-up Hilfiger

The pattern: Strange looking
Orange flowers
                        Geometric
                       ­ I wear it
                        'Cause it reminds me of her.

When I hear FEMINISM, RACISM, SEXISM, IMMIGRATION
or the TORTURE OF A NATION,
my mind cries
and my eyes go blank.

Children ****** waving to their teacher
Their teacher waving back
A grenade is launched
and chunks of her pained memory soar through the windows of the bus.
War just won't stop.

In the Internet,
White-washed Latinos diss their mother's birth
throw stones at their father's graves.
Praise Uncle Sam
Although Caucasians are abusing them because of their skin pigmentation
Oh great U.S.A.
Who incarcerated Madiba and murdered MLK.
Killed more humans than Adolf and now want to buy them.
With a small piece of useless land in New Mexico and Kentucky Fried Chicken.

You PATHETIC CHICKEN
who wants to own the world even though you haven't been here one stinkin millennium.
A decade of power and now you patrol the streets.
please

You can't even patrol your own streets

please