Category Archives: Poetry

Emily Dickinson Antithesis – I’M FUCKED – ARE YOU FUCKED TOO

I’m fucked. Who are you? Are you fucked too? Then there’s a pair of us. Don’t tell them. They are not us. They’d snitch us out – You know. How dreay to no be fucked! How dreary as a frog. To live as an alias to please them All summer long To an admiring bog.

SOUTH OF MATZATLAN 1978

A traveler stands on Route 15. All around Bobby BeBadd the Sonoran desert The hot asphalt Under his feet. The sun parching his Gringo skin Skag soothing his Gringo soul But Bobby wants more Water Shade More Culiacan heroin And Mazatlan. A coastal city. He just liked the name. Mazatlan. Nahuatal for abundant deer. If […]

NOTHING LIKE IT AT ALL – FEBRUARY 28, 1991 – TERNATE – JOURNAL ENTRY

Nothing like it Standing at the stern of a ferry The wake fanning out a ‘Selamat Tingaal’ To Ternate and Tidore The Spice Islands. We are crossing the Moluku Sea Nothing like it As the evening mist rises from the gentle waves And electric light illuminate a shore village The twin volcanos rising from the […]

We Are Alone

And the Aliens thought themselves Gods Divine beings destined for the stars Traveling in Hydrogen-fission spacecraft On a Holy mission To spread the Word To the Heathen Extra-Terrestrials The first meeting happened long ago Hunters greeting tri-podites They taught us life Now we ready for the Bible-jihad We are Gods in our minds. More Shiva […]

Who Be Old

My doctor wrote “…is an elderly man.” Elderly! Elderly!! Elderly!!!Be I’ve been called ‘sir’ I have been called ‘old man’ Young latinos call me ‘Papi’ Okay Not so okay But elderly??? Yeah I am what I is An elderly old man But my eyes have improved to the point Where I see what we have […]