FACES

’93, but could be today.
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Haunting Somalian eyes…
skeletons of the living dead,
stumbling corpses to-be,
that hardly make a shadow…

Black & white TV images
on the Inhumanity Channel.

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THE EARLY LUíS

’75
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-At the last moment,
THE END.

-Crazy double bill!

-Mourn away from tears,
leave offerings
by the priest’s time-clock.

-Mix my ashes with some illegal ones,
sprinkle 1/2 over Estero Hondo,
1/2 over a strawberry field.

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AN INVESTIGATION OF THE RAIN

’82
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-In the patio
puddles do impressions
of South America, Australia,
the Virgin Islands – – –

-The corner of the living room
had a leak last year,
and the year before – – –
more holes for my psyche.

-I see water on the bathroom floor
& look out the window – – –

-It’s flooding!

-I put on boots, grab a shovel
& rush outside,
the poncho of discontent
wrapped around my ego – – –

-After an hour of shoveling mud,
I get a blister on the palm
of my right hand,
but the channel I dug
opens up Lake Nacimiento – – –

-It’s coming down again!
For two weeks now
the sky has been doing #1
on the City.

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DRIVE-BY POEM

’95
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It’s a tough cookie this Earth,
take a bite at your own risk,
six billion & counting &
we keep on coming!
(intended, of course!)

-Hey, man!
we hungry together, no?
Life is like that,
it can do that,
sometimes you go
from verse to worse.

Kids living & dying
on the streets,
hospitals closing,
pinkslips,
body bags here,
body bags there,
body bags everywhere!

-Hey, man!
we hungry together, no?
Life is like that,
it can do that,
sometimes you go
from verse to worse.

Slave labor, slave souls,
epidemics, helplessness,
fear & suffering…

-Hey, man!
we hungry together, no?
Life is like that,
it can do that,
sometimes you go
from verse to worse.

Who killed the great leaders?
Who killed José Blow?
Who killed the age of innocence?

Asesinos!

-Hey, man!
We hungry together, no?
Life is like that…

You already said that!

-But it can do that!…
sometimes you go
from verse to worse!

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TRYST

(’69 or ’70)
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-Met
by the funny-looking tree,
then made it right…

-Blush in hand
she resisted me,
for over a minute…

-We undressed
at 15 paces,
her living bra
died on the grass…

-40 minutes,
an hour…
seconds.

-In the end,
tongue in cheek,
I smiled.

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