Mexically lost

"Viva Zapata!" - through the broken glass
window
peachy sombrerian lips of some teenage
mini-skirted Felina's pussy
the one that purred all-nite long
to Nat King's Cole perfected
climax

through her broken fingernails
black magic world
through her bitter
synthesis errors
& her jargon lovers
deceased
books not yet
written
voodoo dolls
that never quite worked
on me...

"Viva Zapata!" - all along the lines
of a motorcycle crash
fairy boy
helmet still on
well-crafted before
at his ocarina
& men
keen on vodka & Eastwood movies
in his cabaret borgne
routine

the front of the feral death bus
smeared now
w/ contagious bloodcells
saliva
trees
brain collage signed
& delivered...

god, the disease is
everywhere...

"Viva Zapata!" - through my ulcer
giant vein
through cold chicken skin legs
through pus-filled sink
cuvette
curtains
chessboard tiles
medicine closets
nameless corpses buried in my
landlord's backyard...

must leave now
must get on the next
Puebla-headed
kabbalah
freight train

the dawn's closing in on me
too soon...