in the city

in the city
oh the city!
to feel pretty,

you’re so pretty
in the city,

oh the city
dirty

to be oh so dirty

in the city

dizzy

so damn dizzy,
in the city,

oh the city
you’re so pretty

but so dirty,

oh so dirty

and so dizzy
in the city

oh the city!

 

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miracle

I thought you didn't want to come into this world

I don't blame you

I'm still trying to like it myself

Against the bloody torrent

Inside your mother's vessel you held fast

While we older, wiser guardians

In our hurry and worry thought you dead

You have many miles and years to travel yet

And as many dangers pose still a threat

Have no doubt that life is precious

And that you're a miracle from the beginning

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please do come in out of the global warming cold

and enjoy a frozen smoke and a hot-piping beer

happy _____ holidays!

i sing under cozy roof and rub fat pork belly

thank my lucky stars and the face of my merciful ________

for American me happy home happy family happy friends and happy life

but then i couldn’t help myself could i

and ate me some nuked buttery slightly burned popcorn

and had me watch me some late night news porn

about an Afghan woman who had 39 of her family and friends killed

since World War ____ began

including her husband, brother and 11-year-old son

and i didn’t know if i should change the channel or cry or die or ________

where is her merciful ________

and what the _____ can i do about it?

when all i want is my new year i have a dream presidential memorial independence laboring columbus veteran turkey of a christmas wish God bless the U.S. of A.!

to be happy

like we all want to be happy, right?

but what the ___ is happy

if there’s just one ______________

who is

not

__________

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sorry

i’m sorry

i beg you

on my knees

with my hands in the air

tears flooding down my face

beating my chest with my fists

mea culpa mea culpa

I take everything back

I regret everything

i’ve ever said and done

on all fours, look

bashing my head on the rocks

blood running hot

I wish myself dead

I question why

i was even born

I’m crying out  to never exist again

please

because that’s what it is to be sorry

and never want to be sorry again

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las manos de mi padre

father's hands
caked with dirt,
maps with tiny roads of blood
from splinters and metal edges,
burned in the sun,
frozen in the warehouse,
scented with:

tomates,
calabazas (squash),
pepinos (cucumbers),
sandías (watermelons),
mangos,
jalapeños,
aguacates (avocados),
berenjenas (eggplant),
melones,
cerezas (cherries),
limones,
uvas (grapes),
 

and other produce you and I have eaten without knowing by whose hand we have been fed

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these roses i wrote you/estas rosas te escribi

These roses I wrote for you,

Hope you like them

They are motley-colored

And pure like love itself

But thorny

Like the heart itself

Hope these roses you’ll caress with your care

Their thirst satiate with your tears

And your singing make them grow

Hope these roses console you

During the sunny day and stormy night

Even when you’re old and tired

And I’m dead and not longer by your side

May they speak of our love)

These roses I wrote for you

Estas rosas te escribi

Ojala y te gusten

Son de todos colores y puras

Como el amor

Pero espinosas

Como el corazon

Ojala estas rosas acarisiez con tu querer

Con tus lagrimas les quites la sed

Y con tu cantar las hagas crecer

Ojala estas rosas te consuelen

Durante el dia asoleado y la noche tormentosa

Aun cuando seas viejita y cansada

Y muerto yo a tu lado no este

Que hablen de nuestro amor

Estas rosas que te escribi

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woman/mujer

desert flower

root

earth

are you

woman

aguave water

cloud, bird of hope

my guiding star

along the dark road
through the mad city

may they never take away

your light, your fervor, your splendor

you are all heavenly bodies

the universe itself

and i

a mere moon

but with an iron heart

ready for battle

my queen

you are salvation

and i your Lazarus

still deaf, mute, blind, senseless

only you can make me believe

in the beyond

springtime to all winters

life to death

are you

woman

 

flor del desierto

raíz

tierra

eres tú

mujer

agua del aguave

nube, ave esperanza

mi estrella guía

por la carretera obscura
a través la cuidad lunática

que nunca te quiten tu luz, tu ardor, tu fulgor

eres todos los cuerpos celestiales

el universo mismo

y yo

un simple satelite

pero con el corazón de hierro

dispuesto a toda batalla

mi reina

eres salvación

y yo tu Lázaro

aún sordo, mudo, ciego, inconsiente

solo tu me haces creer

en el mas allá

primavera a todo invierno

vida a la muerte

eres tú

mujer

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may day

fuck the politicians, ceos, bankers, celebrities

false idols

let us instead drink, sing, celebrate

our parents, our teachers, the working class

the people we see on the bus

and in the streets everyday

fuck the civics book trivia

of useless dates and names

of people and places and events

that are self-important

let us instead learn about

a day in the life of

every man, woman and child

who make up humanity

not illusion or insanity

the real heroes

the true history