A south wind calls now
for Mexican life. Dirt road driveway scattering chickens walking to
work in a produce stand replenishing plantains and lettuce, in the daytime,
typewriter-writing and tequila with the moon,
...
Every morning is started the same way: with
pain
in my back and a head, full
of memories I tried forgetting.
...
Consider, for just a moment
the greatest dream
you've never had
...
On the grayest morning
in the history
of history
I watched out
...
Nerves plan to panic
Gently, my thoughts trapped,
Individual thought
Remembered,
...