Boque of flowers
Bursts into the room, the Dad
Feels the scent too
San Berdo’ Freeway
D&G Blue and warm wind
Her dark eyes, Friday’s
Huevos Rancheros
Paper and a cigarette
Glowing this morning
Circular saw stops
Ringing in the autumn air
Amid fresh saw dust
Sweet syrup goes down
Under pemex skies orange
Over brown beauties
A.T.V..s, city streets,
A kid’s dreams are everywhere
In that sand pussy
Dull steel water
Empty beach in the distance
I am nothing there
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