x Our Lady of Guadalupe

 
“la abundancia mata la gana”  “abundance kills desire”

I am not good in a crowd

though they are the good in me

the slow consonant of love

my name. My name

is song heard by birds

building bud in architectonal palaces

I don’t play well with others

thought they play well with me

tumble Mexico, become new & tumble

forgive forest, desert

you effete little pseud

salamander with a holy singing voice

balance me, benzidrine

I should not have threatened my wife with a gun

the judge is forgiving, the

god is not