All Americans Have Guns

 Shine

the brittle mosaic

Gaudy 

turbulence of 

spiritual fervor

    like a spaceship erupting

      from a cthonic depth

          Into the mire

           of Spaniards scowls

              and Semana Santa

                 tears in the streets

                  for the holy of holies

They scared me

their fervor

their headless rabbits

and senor Conejo

  driving a taxi

   To the Gold Coast

     Where Brit expatriates 

  are frightened by a toy gun

at the dinner table

"All Americans have guns"

 Slithering

maniac in

   TV mind

Stoned in the street

stealing jujyfruits at Walgreens

and paying 208 dollars 

Firm 

Prescriptions

Bento w nigori sake 

COLD

left my debit card on the floor

for lunch

getting dvds at the park library

Chinese dvd player that only occasionally 

WORKS

WOKS 

tearing old dirty sheets off the bed

New striped sheets

Comforters bright white 

Now stained yellow 

Years of smoking 

disgusting 

 

 Creata DeVille

  In monster pics

Lost in the aisle

 and sticky floors

Cum or Jujyfruits

Quien sabe? 

Pendejo 

Have a raicilla 

On the house

No smoking

 

 

 

 

 

 Mountains

     of miracles

entwined in shit

  Scraping your head

like a zit

Tree sap

  pine sap

    Sticky and acrid

      On your fingers

  as you bury your mother

    beneath the statue of her

commemorating her sainthood 

smiling like you never knew

what is was like

to be happy

 

 

 

 

 He rooted

 for clemency 

but not to be

To be 

Or not to be

Not-

   He walked the yard

the grass needed mowing 

The shrubs trimming

But tv waited  

and cold beer 

and doritos 

What a day

 true

setting

         the watch 

   of a thousand 

        dreams

        and your white

                   Japanese car

          in Anza Borrego 

the search-

the dirt

     The dust 

     the dried up lake-

     filled with green-

    so green-

            Oh so green-

green