Our Poems

Catch A Ride

Low Riders in shiny coats of chameleon paint roll by
Vatos Locos cruzing, old school jams bumping to the beats
Born in Chuco, borderland vato
Grew up watching the waves, coyotes getting paid
Mad dogs hide distant looks, Fedora hats and slicked back hair
Hairnets in place over fresh pomade, white t-shirts, crispy and bright
One buttoned flannel shirts, sides flapping in the wind
Khaki pleated pants, crisp lines
Starched baggy legs held to together with nylon belts
Fastened tight, shiny buckles in place
Florsheim shoes, images of the sky reflecting in polished black shine
Handkerchief pressed, hangs from the waistline
Picking up the perfect hina with that special smile
Sparkling eyes in deep shades of shadow makes the heart skip a beat
Sharpie brows, thick lipstick, down for her vato in so many ways

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One Drink

My hand grips the cold glass
The moisture on its surface reminds me of the beach,
Ahh Morocco.
The drinks there are always so intoxicating
Creating vibrant experiences of yellow, green, and fire red.
The ice hitting the bottom of the glass
Reminds me of the waterfalls from my childhood.
Each drop racing toward the earth only to crash on the rocks far below.
I reach for my favorite and tilt the bottle.
I feel a rush of excitement as the gentle splashes send vibrations to my core.
I imagine its caressing touch against my lips
my hand slowly lifts the glass.
The first touch is sublime and familiar faces begin floating before me.
My poison slams into my belly, I feel its warmth begin to spread like tentacles.
Heaven is so close and the pain I felt fades away.
I smile and sink back into my seat
slowly fading into complete bliss.
O how I crave more