the ultimate case of irony...

I dreamed about the light-skinned woman who loved me unconditionally,
yes, that last word is great yet horrific,
of all the things i could ask you,
i asked you to find me a date with your comadre,
you said you know none,
you asked me if i found someone,
i thought you meant your sister
who is amigos con derechos but not officially married,
i said, "tu hermana es muy chica para mi"
as you went into sign language class.
why did i not see you,
the thin, light skinned woman of my dreams!
how stupid could i be?
she was right in front of my face
but i could not see
can the english teacher
now understand irony?
is it too late for the truth?

The Sink

The sink stayed the same:
full of water
dirty water with
long hair of my son
my stubble thicker
by the year.

Suddenly
and without sound
an empty sink
save some gray beard
and maybe some paste:
small miracles.
Who says it is not
an Act of God.

matador

murderer
in any other language
is just that:
cold-blooded
cliche murder.

matador: what if
you lose and you become
the pile of carnage
to be cut up
and given to the poor
outside the coliseum
of death?

murder in any other language
is just the bull talking.
Bulls do talk don't they?
the bull.

Let's talk about
something else:
how about matamoros?
let's leave it at
matamoros
in any other
name is
still murder.

unstable

just like a charge
that is lacking its opposite
I can see in your eyes
the tears trying to come out
of a sentimental life
boisterous with telenovelas
that have become your script
of our life
that has not been ours
and has not been a life.

positive
negative
one falls
the other
becomes
unstable.

endgame

I wrote you a check
and taped it onto my door
so you could pay your rent
and not bounce
and blame me.

Instead of being grateful,
you tore the check
into pieces
painstakingly
on my front porch:
thanks for
your gratitude,
thanks for
the memories

Love's Philosopher's Confusion

CDC on love:
like peanut butter on pickles?
I philosophy we used to say:
Better to be interesting than right.
How about neither?
Another loveless philosopher.

4:00 AM Revelation

I wake up in thought
I am actually able
to solve my problems
but only at 4:00 am
I wish to arrange solutions
at 4:00 am
oh yeah, I can't.
Now back to sleep in hope
of remembering the resolution
7:00 am
Hail Mary, full of grace....
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