Over the Borderline

Pinche Pemex Station Beneath the rusted awning Of a sweltering Pemex station Where the stench of spilled diesel Mingles with exhaust... and sanitation Little relief from the heat 250 miles and no water to spare No place to retreat But a Pemex station so foul of air A mixed blessing it was When it was just over the horizon Not so much now... because They have no gas for the Datsun No refrigeration for the Topo Chico Whose cases sit full in the sun No toilet paper in the banos But that hasn't stopped anyone Cacahuates Y churros Are sold in the lot By Damas on burros Whose nostrils blow hot... Air so vile and fumes so strong Tempers are flaring, nerves set to fray Being told "it wont be long... Maybe tomorrow, maybe today" Stranded with roaches and rodents Scorpions and snakes Struggling with your Spanish While a roadkill carcass bakes Then a wall of dust Rushing with sound The color of rust Billowing and brown Gets dirt in your nos

Mi primera poema en Espanol (My first poem in Spanish) Una poema corta Criatura del Partido En un estadio en Durango Escorpion espera en una silla Por los aficionados Por los juegadores de futbol El partido empiezo El ruido del tambor "Ole," alegria y amor Por el equipo Durango Animan los ninos Un partido excitante Pero el escorpion espera A la sombra del poste En la seguridad de la red Espera por el final El deseo un estadio vacio El no gusta futbol Pero gusta silencio En el estadio La catedral de las criaturas Jesse A 1/17/12 A Short Poem Creature of the Game (English) In a stadium in Durango A scorpion waits on a seat For the fans For the futbol players The game begins The noise of a drum "Ole," joy and love For the team from Durango The children cheered An exciting game But the scorpion waits Under the shade of the goalpost In the security of the net He waits for the final (whistle) He wishes the stadium empty He doesn't like futbol But he likes silence In t