burrito – a tragedy

order:
perusing the menu at Casa Paco
the first food group I encounter
the waitress said it’s better than the taco
I had no reason to doubt her

burrito:
wrapped in a soft flour shell
the ingredients I savor
it was crafted very well
for me to taste the flavor

meat:
whether chicken, beef, or pork
shredded meat, the finest filling
whether in hand or with a fork
to eat it any time, I’m willing

beans:
mashed and refried into paste
the small nutritious legume
cooked and seasoned to taste
pause to swallow, then resume

cheese:
queso brings me to my knees
with its fat hydrogenated
oozing when I give a squeeze
gooey flavor, much anticipated

digestion:
as we leave I start to shiver
then an unexpected stumble
when my intestines start to quiver
and my stomach starts to rumble

driving:
hesitant to sit in my car
‘cause I don’t want to soil it
I’ll be wishing on a star
when I’m headed for the toilet

finale:
I know I’ll have to raise my voice
when at last I plead for help
tomorrow I’ll regret my choice
I won’t give good reviews on Yelp

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world’s fair

I have an idea how the music would go for this, but I haven’t quite fit the words to the rhythm. Regardless, I always hear this as a song rather than a poem.


we traveled halfway round the world
to close the shortest distance
the space between your heart and mine

we needed the assistance
of a city way down under, and
at least a glass or two of wine

they threw a birthday party for the USA
with fireworks in patriotic colors
but I don’t think we really cared
about the twirlers and the jugglers
and the high school band performing at the world’s fair

as we talked for hours in our darkened room
that night, we finally closed the distance

that morning we were lovers,
we ordered breakfast in
because it finally felt so right

we continued our discussion
underneath the cotton covers
debating the merits of vegemite

emerging late that morning
cause we were done pretending
the slipper found a Cinderella

but the rainstorm was unending
so we hid out from the weather
while we looked for an umbrella

as we drank our tea and promised to each other
we knew we’d finally closed the distance

in a clothing store across the street
you looked at something twice
because you said that it was pretty

you forgot the good advice
you’re supposed to take a second glance
when in a foreign city

the traffic goes the other way …

as I knelt beside you on the pavement where you lay,
in the end, we finally closed the distance.

(2010)

crystals

snowflakes on your body
not melting on your frigid skin
protecting you in a layer of perfection
a quiet peace you’ve never known

crystals in your hair and in your veins
the warmth has left your pallid face
unblinking eyes went cold long before
pale blue windows on a broken soul

snowflakes falling, drifting, blown
lying in an alley, all alone

(2014)

untitled rain poem

I make the rain
gently falling from the clouds like weeping eyes
running down the window pane, the tears on my face
for what we had in another time and place

I ride the flood
raging currents, regrets I feel inside
overwhelming me, I begin to drown
in sorrow for the days that we had known

I am the ocean
swallowing despair from a generation
swept away, their sinking souls asking for release
I take away their pain in restless seas

(2013)