"cholos" poems
you were laid up in guadalupita
with camelia la tajena from la junta
and her tonto from la plata-
hiho-yo
shootin' tequila with pancho villa
jefe of the bandidos mc locos
- tweakin and twerkin chicas and cholos
and vatos ridin' with the vagos -
they were singing -
"*con cuerno de chivo y bazooka en la nuca
volando cabezas a quien se atraviesa
somos sanguinarios, locos bien ondeados
- nos gusta matar*"
you were kickin - breathing quickened
- bravo television tunnel visioned
to the tonto/pancho episode
en camera - exposed
pronto - camelia shot her tonto
dead - a perfect rose upon his head -
i like killin - she said
hiho-yo, tonto
we sang narcocorridos
all night long -
on the blue mesa.
r ~ 10/25/14
*song excerpt from:
"Sanguinarios del M1” (Bloodthirsty Men of the M1)” (2010)
"Translation: "With “goat’s horn” (AK-47) and bazooka at our necks/Sending heads flying if anyone tries anything/We’re bloodthirsty, crazies deep in the scene/We enjoy killing..."*
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
Sit down children and listen to this story
its all about the Cholos, who live their lives poorly
They mob in the street
They jam salsa beats
Plus those ******* laced my kush with angel dust.
God **** Cholos.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
This is for those of you who have dreams that never come true
and for you cholas who bang
and you cholos who slang
getting ready to shoot
and after you do
you realize you have two of your own fingers staring back at you
This is for the **** you's and go to hells
you say throwing up a finger
pointed directly to who you go to and pray to at night
If God's so great
why does he take our people away
so we can meet them in another life
which is supposed to be more bright?
This is supposed to be the land of freedom
the land of happy,
but i'm looking around and see only successful immigrants starin' at me
My generation is the one who has to make a difference
because the ones before us had the world in their hands
but let it slip like butter
so everyone else has to be in the gutter
and now we're left to suffer
cleaning up everyone's mistakes
the only question i have is why
and different people answer with the same reply
because
'You Are The Future!!'
This is for all the homosexuals
who are supposed to have rights
but don't receive them
because once gay marriage is allowed
the ******* of the United States of America
are gonna take over the world?
Who are you to tell me and my
gay and lesbian peers that it is wrong to love
I say me as in bisexual
because i am not going to limit my love
to only guys, or only girls
i will love whoever i may choose
because as a citizen of America
I have options
This is for all you pro-lifers
who support abortion
shouting spread peace and love
and the government who makes choices
without the opinion of we the people
but who's we anyway
let me stand on a steeple
and preach to you
We The People
did not want war!
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 9:11 PM UTC
I’m driving laps around
Urique’s unpaved streets
with Arnulfo, the world’s fastest
ultra-runner up front
Chugging tesguino disregarding
Young son, Mateas in the back
Handing us the 2 liter Coca-
Cola bottles, full of the mashy
corn brew.
The cholos are drinking
Tecate, mumbling under the palms
stalking the river, watching us
break down at ever lap.
Arnuflo heaves the truck
from behind, alone,
screaming and pushing.
I snap it into second gear
Mateas trembling,
and off we go. Arnulfo hopping in
smoking more cigarettes
passing the tesguino around shouting
Rapido! Poco a poco! Andale!
Rancherra bumps full blast, the
Eternal bumping,
beem, boom, up and down
Beem, boom, beem, boom
Tubas and brass echoing through all the adobe walls
meandering all the way
down the arroyo
to God know’s where.
The cholos challenge Arnulfo
to a race in their harsh stares
under flashy hats and shiny mustaches,
Ed Hardy models with sharp pointed
snake-skinned boots
Ayyeee, Arnulfo says, He won’t race
gainst Oscarine who they say
is the fastest young Chabochi
better than the elders
who used to chase down deer,
gently twisting their necks
after tracking them to
an ending exhaustion.
Arnulfo tells them I can win
as Oscarine snorts more from the bag
they pass around from his pocket
Off we go twenty yards
Around the farthest tree
And I win because of
Arnulfo's ancient
assurance
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
Parking lot carwash Sign:
FOR USA
Eses and esas
listenin to oldies
playing with Hoses
Four güeros pull up
eight *****
up their noses
Roll down the
window give the
cholos some props
"Hey guys..glad
your supporting
the country"...
everything
goes silent
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......"whatchoo talking 'bout ese.....this is For Us Eh!"
Crank the Johnny Chingas back up, the hoses all squirting
as the white boys drive off
in their own **** stained dump
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC