I am jealous. Diana Lucas--joe

Yet my sweet jealousy is disciplined these days.
I am no longer pairing an evening to pass out with..through that intoxicating drink and this jealousy, of mine.
I am no longer loving bad people.
I am jealous in every possible good form and way.
I am jealous of distance.
I can not make it shorter..
I am jealous of the sense of touch when I can not make it come hither.
I am jealous of my ovaries for producing so much fun..for someone else.

IN A TIME WHEN THEY WANT TO KILL LOVE. diana Lucas--joe

                                                      Self Portrait by the Author

Nobody hardly goes out to find someone to have and to hold anymore.
They do not look for something to share no more.
They want to kill love.
They want love,dead and gone.
They are turning into cruel disconnected ones.
They do not care to love at first, nothing.
Children being born to people that do not make them for love.
Children born into conversations with ultra sounds.
Ultra sounds that project the image of the gender they bring.
Unborn celebrated through screens.
Everybody watching the orgy.
They are killing love.
The innocence of love.
The foundation is crumbling and falling away.
Children draw with pixels images of animals they will never meet.
Images of houses and buildings where they can get lost in.
They are killing love.
No need to hug them.
They have fast speed.
They are learning to kill love.

That some will eat dog. by diana-Lucas joe

That some will eat dog.
That some eat chocolate covered ants.
Oh and that some will never be happy.
Born with a penis.
Wanting to have been born with a vagina.
Wanting a vagina and a penis.
Wanting a penis in the vagina.
A vagina for sale.
Selling vagina.
Recreating the vagina in a laboratory in 3-D.
Wanting to be Kim Kardashian and everything.
That wanting of every parfum from Paris to Bombay.
That not being ever satisfied.
That wanting to be married to a cop.
Wanting to be a cop.
Wanting to be cops.
Wanting.
Wanting security because some how they are more and more and more removed from all of it.
Bottle it.
Build it.
Druve up tru it.
Medicine man hurry up!
Medicine woman full of shit.
Look how they are born now.
Born into confusion and turmoil.
Pray for your penis.
Pray the vagina is good.
Pray for the quiet of a newborn sleeping.
Undisturbed.
Uneducated innocence.
Unlike 

My Father's Peyote Diana Lucas--joe

I am the warrioress my father placed me to become, when he tightened securely my medicine bundles onto my sash.
When he fought alongside his comrades for this flag.
Freedom was a name for the strawberry, in my hand.
The farmworker little girl that could pick all the crops the white man pointed to.
All his crops except her peoples Hikuri.
I have to eat peyote now, through the registry.
Through the lottery and the innocent unknowing invitation of my relatives.

I AM THE POET THAT WAS. diana Lucas--joe

I am the poet that was potentially yours in an other time.
I am.
The sister you hate.
I am the poet you might have already buried and do so much miss.
The poet that has another name on her grave marker.
The poet you wished had never passed from this world.
I am the poet in the fields, far away from Azucar De Matamoros,Puebla.
The underdocumented poet, that runs naked at night, through the forests.
I am the poet that composed songs in a different tongue.
In a different genre.
The poet you fell in love with the moons light.
The poet that rode on the 101 next to you from the Oregon State line to Oakland..and then the earth shook.