5. Be detached from desire your whole life.

Love Poetry, Poetry

(from Dokkodo, Volume 1; The Way of Walking Alone)

Como si existiera una neblina
ante los ojos.

El no saber.

No saborear.

No poner mi lengua
en los pelos
finos de tus senos.

Jamás cargar un hueco
en mi diente
para rellenarlo con tu sabor
de piña y coco.
El azúcar café,
café y azúcar.
Remedio natural.

Niña perdida.
No tu. Yo.
Ni tuyo.

Jamás vivirás
con deseo en tu vida.
La vida entera.

Es importante vivir
sin deseo, ascético
en tus maneras,
tus manías.

This poem is part of my last poetry and photography chapbook, “Dokkodo; Volume 1—The Way of Walking Alone” available online at http://mkt.com/smiley-faze.

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4. Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world.

Poetry

(from Dokkodo, Volume 1; The Way of Walking Alone)

It was over a pair of carne asada tacos
sizzle of the beef still fresh
¡sás!
se las tumbaron
cilantro floated so heavenly. Towards
the floor.

Isaac stood there, motionless
Ang Lee film interpretation
a ninja would’ve crouched down and
hidden a dragon.

Guacamole has a way
of staying together in any circumstance
unlike family.

It was over
a pair of carne asada tacos.

Rolo didn’t mean to, but sort of did.
His arm slipped, a gentle hard slip
like brothers do all the time.
All
the time.

Isaac had a choice to make.
Empty styrofoam taco tray in one hand
agua de tamarindo in the other.

Isaac had a choice to make.

His choice was clear.
Smear.
Smear that guacamole covered corner
tray on Rolo’s hair.

This poem is part of my last poetry and photography chapbook, “Dokkodo; Volume 1—The Way of Walking Alone” available online at http://mkt.com/smiley-faze.

3. Do not, under any circumstances, depend on a partial feeling.

Poetry

(from Dokkodo, Volume 1; The Way of Walking Alone)

a partial hand
4 fingers, no thumb

pinky
thumb
nothing between

tortillas, no cheese
or avocado

savor the maíz on its own

a lover and a mistress

no place to call home

don’t depend on a partial feeling

don’t depend
on it alone

a smile, no sparkle
her eyes. a tap on the arm
no kiss

don’t depend on a partial feeling

I need proof
I seek proof
a reason is
all I need

driving
half way there
half-way-home

benefits don’t
outweigh negatives

stalemate
inability to move forward
in-action
un-action

the Hamlet of life

This poem is part of my last poetry and photography chapbook, “Dokkodo; Volume 1—The Way of Walking Alone” available online at http://mkt.com/smiley-faze. Note: this poem does not appear in this way in the actual book. I took a more typographic approach for the book; here it is presented in a more linear format.

2. Do not seek pleasure for its own sake. (an ode to DJ Premier)

Hip-Hop and Rap, Poetry

(from Dokkodo, Volume 1; The Way of Walking Alone)

SP1200 pads cracked, dry
skin covering ashy knuckles
bleed, and Preemo’s his name

brow furled, hard-knocking
beat released, punch-in-your-face
snare, kick-in-your-stomach bass

hip-hop made from scratch

a scratch
his scratch
itched
and music made

hours crate diggin’
rhythm, sampling
a sonic break
alone most nights
he stays awake

women never understand

the appeal the crowd
mass chanting his name
heads bobbing in unison
all giving head, hand
to beastly breaks

a fountain of Redding springs
on the dock of the bay
Preemo rises to forever stay
giving rhythm to voice
to community

This poem is part of my last poetry and photography chapbook, “Dokkodo; Volume 1—The Way of Walking Alone” available online at http://mkt.com/smiley-faze.

1. Accept everything just the way it is.

Poetry

(from Dokkodo, Volume 1; The Way of Walking Alone)

He said he wanted revolution.
Went to school for it and everything.

Took Chicano Studies 101, 102, 125,
the course on México’s history.

He said revolution.

Spent hours discussing local politics
with Albert, whom he considered a coco
cuz the “o” at the end of his name became

silent.

He wanted revolution.
Tutored at-risk kids who
wound up pregnant anyway
going to Valley High School and graduating
a trimester early.

He said revolution, writing
poetry about jaguars, “Joaquin”
and how he’s unique.
A regular “social” man seeking “social justice.”

Wanted revolution, scaring
white girls and attracting white
girls with guilt
identity crises
the luxury of being Italian
at a drop of a line.

He said revolution.

Eventually got tired of
tortillas and abuelitas
bullshit sage burning ceremonies
and cliched lines about spirits and el chupacabra.

Revolution.

Because Dolores Huerta and Frida Khalo
are the only symbols of Chicana feminism,
and all Chicano men should be Cesar Chavez
or Che.
Non-violent and threatening.

Symbol of virility and change.

But he said
he wanted
revolution.

A chance to be that
Donkey-Kong-and-Zelda-playing
Batman: Animated Series-watching
Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nothin’ To Fuck Wit’
Murs 3:16-loving
wannabe-rapper’s-delight-living
person.

He said revolution,
but the more he sought it

the more things stayed the same.

Ethnic “cleansing” of neighborhoods.
No longer able to live
next to the park, ironic mustaches
taking over.

Return of the
Conquistador.

Brown kids diagnosed quickly with ADHD,
suspended from preschool and parents
yet to learn the effects of Hot Cheetos
and Arizona Iced Tea on developing psyches.

A foreclosed home means nothing
more than opportunity for
the lesbian realtor to attract
gay money to the ‘hood
and el paletero can’t ring his bell
after 3pm no more.

He said revolution
and learned that inland is his
place. Not the beach
he grew up next to.

It became private property.

And private trumps public.

But he said
revolution.
And just couldn’t revolution anything.

This poem is part of my last poetry and photography chapbook, “Dokkodo; Volume 1—The Way of Walking Alone” available online at http://mkt.com/smiley-faze.

Dokkodo–The Way of Walking Alone

Poetry

(from Dokkodo, Volume 1; The Way of Walking Alone)

alone we walk
amble, trudge
mosey, open gait
wide stance
low stance
prosthetic

alone we walk
gallop, skip
hop, stroll
leap, meander
roll

alone we walk
shuffle, trip
dance, rhumba
mambo
strip

alone we walk
glide, fly
run, hide
flee, along
a string

alone we walk
travel, disperse
exodus, diaspora
march, migrate
peregrine
move

alone we walk
speed, free
occupy, breathe
consume, motorized
vroom

alone we walk
see, come
leave, controlled
diseased, limp
believe

alone we walk
conceive, alive
moving, pull
tug, relieve
something

alone we walk
trot, step
block, impede
stampede, horizon
receive, obtain
gain, complain
remain

alone we walk

This poem is part of my last poetry and photography chapbook, “Dokkodo; Volume 1—The Way of Walking Alone” available online at http://mkt.com/smiley-faze.