Juan Olivarez Poems

High in a tower securely bound,
With chains and padlocks made of steel.
Thirty feet above the ground,
Where blows the wind with a bitter chill.
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Why do we need rules for poetry?
Let's make a Haiku with ten lines and one hundred syllables.
Let's make a limerick with ten lines, and not rhyme it.
Let's just do whatever the hell we want to do.
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Love makes you happy,
In a queer sort of way,
Light headed and sappy,
In a daze all the day.
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She stands alone,
In the autumn rain.
Watching her life walk away.
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It's too late, life passed us by,
Somewhere we missed a turn.
now is not the time to cry,
That is a truth, that we must learn.
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A the market tomatoes are juicy and plump.
There's carrots and chiles and frijoles that jump.
They will polish your shoes, and they will cut your hair,
There's Mexican boots and women's underwear.
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I would not hug a Devil
Tasmanian, or otherwise.
Cause somewhere I have heard,
They really aren't that nice.
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We are born and then we cry
Somewhere else, somebody dies.
We crawl, we walk, and even fly,
In silver birds in a clear blue sky.
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He carried a six gun, upon his hip,
A badge pinned to his shirt.
Big and rangy, never took no lip,
If you mouthed off, you'd swallow dirt.
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Dreams are all I ever find,
In the deep recesses of my mind,
Like a country wall covered with vines.
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