SAN JUDEAS DEVOCION

San Judeas Tadeo, lo abono

descanseme los pies voy a volar

le vela a la vida su Turneo

mientras Ella se asegura dar

muchas mas vueltas y en seguidas

sin ceso sin interrumpciones es

la proxima hora no alcanza

huye del secuestro de sus lucez

eres su sustantivo Don Santo

y yo sin Dios sin Fe sin Creanzas

lo pido entero el Entrego

dejados atras los requisitos

encuerada de qualquier regimen

resucitada la bondad de bondad

y encuentra en mi, soy poeta,

la licencia de conducir curvas

Cuerva Real

Eres mi Cuerva Real, Cantas bien,

Por dos y por tres compones tu son.

Repetidas veces te he escuchado.

Desde mi cama desde tu lecho

Eres buen pajaro, Negro mio,

Tus alas pintadas moradas

Lo se que has sufrido volaste

Yo en mi cuervo de cuerpo, triste,

Felicito el dia que abres

A oscuras abiertas la ancla

Desenvuelves a la telarana

La noche arachna atrevieso

Rompes el Insecto de su Sueno

Y Lanzas el Canto por tu Pulmon

Eres mi Cuerva Yo soy tu Mosca

CHILDREN OF CHE

It doesn’t help to love you Che Guevara

Look at me, dead in my twenties!, so what’s new?

Ask every generation for martyrs, then what?

Bask in the righteousness of being a critic?

OR dance with the dance with the devil himself?

WHat are the chances that No One is right?

That everyone’s Wrong for Good Reasons in fact

Yet whose are these voices that ring with such Zeal?

We are not animals yet we go Wild

With Lust Mad Adventure Forced Suicides

Then for what Purpose is Youth but to Die?

A thousand times every year in Childhood?

I don’t konw what to do with the Lawful

Whose Only Fat chance has come to be Bestial

LAngston And the LAw

And speaking of Langston I come to see

the sardonic absence that derisive

becomes lighthardened ascends from a vise

mutually exclusive hearts come to be

There is no love for a brother of verse

“I Can’t Breathe,” … won’t you let me go for once

Stop harassing me it’s so tedious

Get over to the sidewalk discussion

What do you have against me let’s be clear

I don’t have a Gun.  Don’t shoot. I can’t breathe

I wonder what you would have said and felt

--I come to tell you of the horror you hear

The dance of the law is a pirouette

Of Life and Death Changes don’t you forget it

ROAD MOST TRAVELED

I took the road most traveled to  he  stars

I watched through morning’s lenses over more

As sunlight from the heather’s cadence flows

To live in light is all my soul’ cares for

Of Darkness yet I know I still  have more

Perception is but half the power’s pull

To answer to its call and seek its cure

I want to live my life in nature’s care.

For Certain grains of heaven fall to shore

Beauty in an hourglass for minutes

That Spread across the speckle earth  the glow

Each and every large or small detail

I would walk the common way and go by foot

And wander never ever from its course

YOUNG EULOGY

Dead men naked they shall be one, they shall rise again! D.T.

Young in the undertow, strong and certain,

the dense earth recoils within its core

as between the present day and hour

over the soft shores rippled waves return

and power of the creation fire coursed

fused to a stem as  flowers that grow

and parted pain from sorrow when as it flowed

lit in its wick by a flame- lightning force

so gains a purpose the soul a life source

bends toward its origin goes over

to the union of a wholeness, reverts

as death brought together so ominous

love gives no escape at that departure

but honors in its passage its fervor

SO MUCH DEPENDS UPON A POEM

So much Depends upon the Letter S

As it circles around its Radius

as the Sounds disappear in a Rattle

Faces its Past in the Letter of F

Breaths that it Loses Recovered then Since

Font is a Serial of Silence Shed

Sound of the Speeds of Imagination

Hollowed by Open Mouthed Vowel Consonant

Beauty is tje Binary of Consent

As Delight the Memory of the Dawn

Awakened, Bequeethed its Details Chiseled

FGHIJKLMNO

PQRS  Because Glazed Rainwater

Glased Rainwater on Red Wheelbarrows   

--To the Use of a Variable Phonetic Instrument Poetic Line.

Geometric but Serial, Red/White

Dear Kitty, Who Are You?

Everything and All

SO, what's new, Kitty?  I know you're Famous 
for something...  can't remember too well
there is noise in the upstairs apartment
the neighbor hallalujahs in the window

his steps are returning across the floor..
What was I saying? oh I remember
Dear Kitty, I write to you now, it's Her.
A child thirteen  within the shadow

You were the Namesake of an Outer Ear,
  ONE person who listens and cares for all
Who knows every anxious innocent Fear
Yet you are not her God. You are her Call

I wonder what you do for Living Now
That She has Died and on you go on Without Her.

LANGSTON HUGHES

I, too, Sing, America. L.H.

When Hughes appears for the portrait in suit

Mustache, hat, and a gaze reveal something

He Becomes a mystery to himself

He watches wild turkeys in the grass

From the passenger carriage of the train

He could measures the distance to heaven

and compose a song for every scene

but not before long something ascertained

as the sound the road sings to the journey

and what most resembles a song within

and clinging to its self presented essence

speaks in memory of a courtier

Sir Langston Hughes of Joplin Missouri

later moved to Harlem New York CIty

TENOCHTL

X Man in Tenochtitlan looks across

Its ancient temporariness its woes

just as were sung by Nezahualcoyotl

“are we merely the flowers of our loss?

Are we magnificent all for nothing?

These are the petal leaves I respire

Not just for randomness -- I am a spirit.

A Taker of Beauty at my Losses

I do not Wish for War or to lose cares

Bring me my instruments I will follow

What they perceive are not my own Verse

I am Unified in a Yellow Field.

The Cempazuchin grows younger to tend.

While it is a Child it is sacred.

On Maturation sacrificed or Freed.

POETICUS SUPREME

I go and tell my boss it's not that I'm a crazy whore. 

It's merely a matter of proportion.

See, you teach school and I Teach SCHOOLS.

You run a school. I run it down.

You censor me. I censor myself more.
You write books. I write tomes.
You contract pedagogy. I bear Truth.
You are a blip on my screen. I'm supreme.
Think that I'm Hot. No, I am on Fire.
Think that you're Free. But, I don't retire.
I exhaust knowledge until it can't Swing.
I squeeze out the pulp and I make it Sing.
What can you do but to sneer and suggest.
That I am a whore and you are the best?

HATED BEAUTY

We are not an Intelligent Species
Everything ALive is Intelligent
Design by Comparison to Us
THere is no point to debate

between Evolution and Creation.
A Poet is a Republic of One.
Whether they Quarrel or War to their Doom
Yet, Verse returns Dominant in Fashion

It is done everyday and can be Done
Quite Simple without ADO about
Can be Done til the Skies grow Black and Blue
For What is lacking is substantial Dirth

A Chasm Revision and Ablution
not even an Imitation. a RUSE
a Lacunae Awakened and Rising

The Death of Mandate as a Blessing
For to Hate Beauty's a Form of Dying.

CROW'S VERSE

I met a crow in the middle of the road.
It stood there so sleek it was accurate.
It stands in the center diameter
Each radius is equal as I note.

Tthen comes a fluffy white dog crow ascends

and up into the branch that it perches

the sound of the universe that urges

begins sweeping is caught in the branches

Where Crow begins the cackling of music

Fourteen, accented or unaccented,

Some sound like counting while others are words.

Attached to the chords of the wooden sticks

Then purring restrained for later purpose

Crow rises on wings and parts his verses

HATRED AND LOVE

Hatred and Love walk in Arm and Elbow

And they stride on a path to a Garden

Saying such things to each other as Now

These berries are Sweeter more than Your Own.

But my branches hold stronger than Fiber

Golden and folded on Human Shoulders

Squeezing its Arms in a Crown Put Upon

It approaches then it Went with a Warning

A routine in the ELbow is Power

Each with a Reason to glorify Harm

If not for a Cause then a Consequence

THat FIres of the Soul’s FLames that it Stoked

More for Amusement than for Mystery

For Vengeance seeking Vengeance’s Heart

WHEN BIRD SPEAKS TO ME

An old hack like me isn't up to this! 

I put aside responsibilities 

Just to sit here despondent and useless

Think I don't know that? It's all I fit.

I won't make it to Heaven anyway 

For I don't believe I ever Left It, 

I hear birds when they say Listen, Edith, 

This is just a minor bad episode.

TO teach you how Frail Strengthened Truth Sounds.  

As precarious as it is precious, 

Come here, I will sing it for you, you Hear?

You at your Table and I in my Nest,

You need not Step Outside nor even Ask.

Listen as I whistle you my music.

SOUL SORES

These Double Hydra Gov Tates so Potent
THey have no more use of their Consciences
Once that happens there's no turning Backness. 
Somethings come Oncely, Like Life, Sycophant! 
Fear not the Shadows -- you even Fear Dawn!
You are the most Worthless of ALl, Soul Sore.
Only the TUnnels can Please your Penchant.
FOr FUnneling it and FUnnelling Loot!
Launder after Launder your Only Quest!
If this is Your Destiny what are You?
Mister Potato Head Heartless and Cruel!
Beggar of INnocence its only Gift!!
As you wait for it wait for it then POUNCE.
You drive down your Claw on its Yet Soft Crown.
A Temple to You the Cored out Apple
It Caves in as it Rots in its Brambles.
And Cries of Tortured Mouths it Dissolves them.  

PUTITTOYOU

What do you do when you have no SOUL?
My Son said if I am your Angel do I have a Heart ?
Together we travel the Sea Whorls.
This is the apperance (TO Me) Blue, Round,
Lovelier than my Offspring for it ROlled. 
Just like we did, Both Snowflake and I, Yet:
Sparrow came along with a Song
Asking what have I been recuited For?
What are the two of you Doing for Air?
We don't really need too much of its GLare.
By the way, Wonder Kin, how are your Friends?
How is your GF, how is the Village?
I will go write some more before I quit.
If there is a World why is it Dying
Does it have a Puddle's Chance of ANything? 

I am not original. That's my only truth. I write what I hear said by teh Universe. Crow is Poet I merely Copy. I report and summarize what Crow does. I annotate Crow's Musicology which I deposit in Crow's Heart. For I am his Lesser. I am his Apprentice. HE is My CROW. I am his Talon.

Mighty English look at you Virgin Deaths! 
Brains burned to Stakes you are a Sinner man! 
You must have the most Fearsome Shadows Sir!
Death makes every Difference to your Herdsmen,
Your crooked and Cock-mired Cartel succintness
Has no Precedent is Debunked on Child Rape.
Sequesters of PUTOS Robotones
Controlados con Algo sin Alma.
I will handle the LOW LIfes YOU be POET!
I hate you D.C. you Corrupt SHarkster,
YOu give names to unwanted Verbs and Nouns.
Polluted Polluted Pollute yourself More!
I tried every Book every Letter Yet.
You are incapable of Learning Art.
Your style is a disgrace a Core Cart!
It rides in a Hearst it Shhoots the Arrow.
16 OBAMA SONNET
 


Where do children come from asks a lil girl.
She will never speak of the horrors
Miracles performed are but human crimes...
Etc. No time for a Sonnet.


Y Veinte Mas Desaparecieron.