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El Baile de los Chisos

Like a burnished silver concho, from Pancho Villa’s boot
That ol’ Spanish moon comes slidin’ over Encantada Butte
Then the Chisos they go stealin’, down Coahuila way
Montaña mariachis and they’re comin’ out to play

  Baile con mio M'hijito
  Señoritas, come dance and sing
  Dance por mañana acechanzas
  And soon the long shadows grow

Behind the times of los Angeles California

It doets
In file 
Creating improv
Of government structure code
Deep in the winde to pause
The slouch is may, or you without silence
The eavesdropping behind the times

Uncharted Love

In the halls of learning, where whispers grow,
Two hearts met, began to glow.
A glance, a smile, a moment shared—
A silent bond, unspoken, yet declared.

Through bustling streets and crowded halls,
They walked together, love enthralled.
A sip of tea, an evening stroll—
In laughter and talks, their hearts felt whole.

But love was shadowed by a wall,
A faith divide, a

Dia De Los Muertos

I come to see you in this gray place.
The place between awake and asleep,
The void between life and death,
I come to see you in this place.

In a few short months the veil will lift.
The gray will be replaced with color and life.
We will be able to visit one another.
I will be waiting for you here.

In

Tomb

Never had I met you 
Still I know your name,
Because of the notoriety 
Because of the fame

Written in stone
Forever and a day,
Many gone too soon 
Seems to happen that way

Halls of Hollywood memories 
Echo down the tomb ...
In a place of reverie 
Not a place of gloom

Legends of the silver screen 
Lives of cinema and

Dia de los Muertos

Dia de Los Muertos
Day of the Dead
Originated by Aztecs
Celebrated in Mexico and Philippines

Aztecs called it Miccaihuitl
Catholics call it All Saints Day and All Souls Day
I call it Day of the Dead
Tribute to our ancestral souls

Honoring those in our family who have died
Keeping their memory alive
We celebrate with music, food and drink
festivals and parades

Women dress as

Summer Moon

                                            Grimy sweaty dusk, 
       

Baxter Street Monday

Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”

me trudging walking
gripping onward forward 
traipsing baxter street monday 
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds 
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts 
that sip spit with maraschino endives 
scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons
the stoner pink boys 
lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs
lost amidst the traffic tirades
the propelling grind

Ooops, That Scale

     That day, I was on my scale, thought I was fat?
     Till I realized, i was holding two, five pound cats!
 
        Scales are deadly, for women, it is proven true.
        Use

Going To See Honey Sanchez

Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez”

gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park
we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand
she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri lynch
both of them girls be tough as nails in their ripe beauty
both wearing thunderbird white riding fire and blood 
lighting

Todos Los Dias

Ay te quiero,
no matter how I say it;
Todos los dias 
engrossing every sunrise 
and woven in each sunset.

Touch Foot Ball

On Saturday, the L A Rams
Encountered the Monterey Clams
With no and, if, or but
It was open and shut
The Sopranos limped home like lambs!

Dia De Los Muertos

Dia de los Muertos

Hurray! It's Dia de los Muertos
The day when we joyfully celebrate
The departed whom we now feel are close
And with whom we can communicate.

We have their photo on the ofrenda
With their favorite savory dishes
Much merriment is on the agenda
Family gatherings and holiday wishes.

Skulls and skeletons are all around
We even paint them on our

The Grid Lock At Los Angles Harbor

Why are the all of the harbors of Western Europe and Asia open twenty-four hours a day? When there are not enough long longshoreman and dock workers at our LA Harbor?

Workers are being paid more money to remain at home and collect unemployment! If our people are hungry they will become desperate! And our enemies

Amor En Los Caminos Rurales De Mi Alma

You in the distance
you in the ever present
you in my fantasy 
you my reality
you the bare water nymph of El Raso
the statuesque beauty
you of a uncommon sensuality
you my craving for passionately

You in a smile of the rivers tranquility
you in see-through
you in the country lanes of my soul
you as you walk slowly towards me
you in those

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