notion 68.

“a ver, va haber
revisión para todos
porque son un peligro
pa’ la sociedad.”
“open your legs,
hands on the wall.”
“vacíate las bolsas.”
“no tiembles.”
“what’s in the bag?”
“este esta tomando video mi comandante.”
“why are you hanging out with them.”
“no vas a venir a cambiar las cosas.”
pigs, porkchops, cerdos, cochinos.
how do you represent repression?
with a cop and a gun.
who is the man? who is the man? what is a man?
the man been scoping the scene,
maintaining order.
“no vas a venir a decirme come hacer mi trabajo.”
ice t starts chanting, cop killa!
nwa interjects, fuck da police!
mumia continues from death row.
hasta la victoria! right?
simón (bolívar), carnal.
porque aquí esta la banda
por todo el planeta,
porque no nos aguantan,
y en partes
considerados terroristas.
y el policía
snatching my crotch,
crotch snatch,
4 or 5 times,
almost gave me a hand job,
so i too join in,
fuck da police!
cause who pays your salaries?
whose order is maintained?
serving whose interests?
you were hired for protection not harassment.

08.06.2005.

notion 64.

tell a little lie
for the whole world to start dreaming,
but becomes dogma.

08.03.2005.

 

 

 

notion 65.

and a bang
fell against
my brain.
i do not know
how to feel real.
i do not know
how i got here.
i do not know.
i do not know.

and with a bang,
my mind went blank.
i do not know,
but
can’t stop thinking,
so pass a pill,
so i can sleep,
and try
to forget.

tomorrow,
i will try again,
and probably fail.
i do not know.
it just goes on.

08.03.2005.

notion 66.

i was born
in a melting pot,
so my insides
were meant to rot.
and when the water
started boiling,
ingredients went
overflowing.

08.03.2005.

notion 67.

hay muchas palabras
que busca la gente
para explicar
lo que esta pasando,
para entender
lo que se ha olvidado.

hay muchas palabras,
muchas más personas
como para explicar,
como para entender
antes
que se pierda todo.

08.06.2005.

notion 52.

there is a void,
which one falls into
to rest,
fall asleep away
from all the noise,
and in this void
sometimes there’s peace.
(buddha hums, “nirvana.”)
but then
there’s a void,
which one sinks into,
and disappears
all alone.
(where are the arms
to hold us?
to save us?)
all alone.

07.25.2005.

 

 

 

notion 53.

someone please
speak pretty
words to the world.
it gets so lonely.
it gets so lonely,
(and i just want
you to hold me.)

07.25.2005.

 

 

 

notion 54.

puff
of
smoke.
the world is oh so fluffy,
and i need space
from rules,
from norms.

and when and where did this all form?

07.25.2005.

notion 51.

i have a father
who dreamed
of being an engineer,
but left para el norte,
and let go of his
dreams.
(without sounding
egotistical),
he left for me.
he and my mother,
him and her.
loosened his dreams to float away,
let go of
life in his country.
and life in the city
was a life of society.
i hate what this country,
how this free america
has enslaved my father
to forget his dreams.
those i’ve not forgotten.
and how can it not hurt?
when he’s done it for me,
us, his children.
so i live in hopes
he remembers his dreams,
and his life never in vain
for he has been my guide
along the way.

07.25.2005.