RUN YOU FOOL! by a. Hernandez 11 16 88

Look away, fast I say, it is a day and one

Must pay attention. Look the finger nails are

A black well rising. Look out, the time will come

For you to defend yourself, or be struck down by

Nails that are deadly, that are very sharp,

That will split you open and rip you to shreds.

I say look away, run to the

Protection of you mother’s womb. It is a

Nightmare that you must never dare. Run you slum

Scum. Quickly now before the hand of satan

Falls down on your heart.

Run you fool.

a. Hernandez 11 16 88

In The Ending / Art Hernandez 2-27-89

And in the end, the world will blow up, the sun will expand, the planets will catch fire, comets will spin no more.

And in the end, children songs will never be played, the snow will never be
here, and the falling of rain will no longer be sad.

The monsters will vanish, Madonna will be dead, and madness man, madness will be away.

And in the end, the universe will implode, structure atomic shall be no
more, electrons spinning will be closing , and bye bye love, my love, bye bye.
The end my friend, the sad end.

Art Hernandez 2-27-89

Metahuman2 by Mario Malacrino’

Sculpture by Marcello Silvestre

The Bed Shed / 1989

Disgusted by a wind storm that

Tore my house of blue in two.

Disgusted by the way you just smell

Like the very wells of the unholy Hell.

Mad because the world is death

Mad so mad the flowers won’t be left

Sad the way the blood pours from my hands

Into the fans below the vans they fan.

The world is but a sick way to live

Sometimes their flowers grow sometimes

But when they do let all be rejoice

When us is dead like the snow in

Summer time ray that smacks my head.

The coming of spring will ring the

Sadness

The dead will linger the live will soon

And the bumble bee too will know

On which it grows its bed shed.

A. Hernandez 7 6 1988

by Shahin de Heart

REDS / 1987 by A. Hernandez

I came here and saw the red liquid drip

from the sun, and fall on the head of a bird.

The bird shakes and the red falls on the ground

All over the floor, over the grass now too. The drip is

All over me now, Oh please I see this red has teeth and it wants to bite my height in half, wants to shrink me down!

Some more red falls from the hot shot way

Above me (the sun) and growing around me the red strikes me in my eyes, enters my ears, enters my mouth, my legs it crawls over, I cant move now, my eyes are not any help tonight!

Choking, Not Joking, cant see the reds no more, nor the blue sky above.

I came here last night but now I am free. The sky is blue, I see. My eyes got bigger now. And so did the sun. The reds are dead, I think. And in some way I am glad of this.

I can never see me not ever to see.

Art Hernandez 6-13-87

Artwork by Victoria Villasana

Sitting and Thinking / 1992

How I sit here

To linger in thoughts of us

In times never forgotten

Thinking carefully of place and faces

Of occurrences good and rotten

My mind races with rain of memories

Of yourself dancing, playing and loving

Of how our hearts one night were set free.

I’ll plead to the gods to leave us in love

Let us be together, for love we roam

And for love, I say, alone.

Just let me tangle my finger in your hair,

Just let me be caught up in your stare.

How I sit here you say?

Every every single passing day.

a. Hernandez 11 23 1992

Spit / 1991

Below is the scanned image of the original poem I wrote back 1991 on notebook paper on typewriter (a typewriter was an instrument used way back in the stone ages to help jot down numbers and letters on a plane piece of paper to form sentences and stories and other type kind of things).

I drew a little abstraction for the poem. I have this one listed in two poem collections. “Rhyme and Dime…” and in “Uneasy Thoughts”.