More Poems

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Here are some additional poems that I have written. Enjoy! These are poems that I have written over the last 5 to 10 years. Again, I would love to hear from you.
San Francisco I'm sitting in a park off of Columbus Street, reading Dante's modern version of the Inferno; Holiday in Hell. The sky is white and eyes me, I fold the corner of the page and take out a smoke. A bum asks me for a dollar, I give him smoke instead. In his coat a brakeman's manual and in the other a bottle of Tokai. I open the page and read about Virgil in a casino guiding me passed Sisyphus pulling levers, eternally getting stars melons and moons. I look up from my page and a bearded Rabbi is quoting me Blake. He smiles at me. His accent is New York. He tells me he's looking for love. He says he wants to fuck me, then walks away reading a tattered copy of The Leaves of Grass The sun peaks through. I take out my orange and peel it. I bite into it and the juice runs down the corner of my mouth onto the page of my book. I wipe it and it smears like a small tear. I think of Beatrice and smile.
EL SALVADOR El Salvador, El Salvador, Your plight canceled by conspirators Of Nielsens uninterested. Feeding on new lies with suck the breast of TV And its manufactured consent, Prime time totaltarian versions of¦ El Savlador Oh El Salvador El Salvador Heart of the Americas! Can the head say to the heart, I have no need of thee?" I have need of you El Salvador, land of the saved! I remember you and your Christs. Father Romero Mi Padre, Mi Hermano Yo te recuerdo My father, my brother, I remember you. You were one of many crying in the wilderness, But there were too many Judases with plenty of silver. El Presedentes de Estados Unidos, hermano grande en el norte. Presidential lies ignoring your genuflections. How many father Romero, How many fathers and mothers wailed Into your confessional ears, Por donde esta mis ninos? Where are my children? How many brothers and sisters Pleading at your patricarchial robes, rhetorical questions? Por donde es mi familia? Where is my family? How many times did you pray to your bleeding god, "Why hast thou forsaken us?" We have forsaken you El Salvador Heart of the Americas, Bleeding heart of the Americas. Ignored, Orphaned, Land of vanishing fathers and mothers Daughters and son, Land of the forsaken! Oh El Salvador El Salvador El Salvador of the imprisoned El Salvador of the flogged El Salvador of the crucified Forgive us! For we knew not what we did to Willing to believe the lies, To willing to Cry Barrabas!