Trees, leaves, bees
Breathe.
Avocado Green.
I dream
In spanish.
Agüacate.
Cacahuate
Tomatillo
o
jitomate.
Choco
Loco
Choco-latte
I am maize
I am raiz
I am Gorky Gonzales
With 40 nopales
Dropped out of college
Start slanging tamales
In Watts or in Juarez
I’m wearing huaraches
Sombreros, zarapes.
No names, No mames.
Somos de los grandes
Los malos de antes,
Que visten en trajes
Los vagos y magos
De tragos jigantes
Encantos y platos
De patos infantes.
Fuck elefantes
me pongo Los guantes . . .
I’m really quite famished,
and dreaming in spanish.
Carlos, this poem was a lot of fun to read! My Spanish is rusty and limited but felt like even the words I didn’t know made sense and there is such lovely rhythm to it. Well done.
I love this poem! The way you weave two languages together effortlessly is really quite something! It was like reading a tango! Beautiful and clever at the same time! Thanks for this piece!