mayday

I'm chipped away
stripped
today
I start new

pink and vulnerable
two trim travel bags
baby blue butter leather
thats where my shit is

records, record player
stickered footlocker
costumes
books
on costumes
in a five by five
for forty

long long long
labyrinthian hallway
for forever
and at the end
the blue door of
memory, material

cinco de mayo

mexico, i remember you
do you remember me?
i remember maguie
and her yellow dress
the lollypop excess
in the folds of her cheeks congealing

mexico i kissed your neck
and you turned mine black
with little brass butterflies

mexico, i starved all week
plastic fruit on the window
inside, real carne, i don't

mexico, your tawed tough men
bartered bread then
out of matte cadillacs
raspy speakers crack
some beg with bags
that flaccid on wrists hang

mexico, make me sing
shake me shake me
make horns bleat
i die for your harmony
and three four heartbeat

mexico, wrap around my waist
hang the colored crepe
i'm yelling your name today
we're stomping out
the dust of our yesterdays

I spent four hours as mokey the fraggle

believing in fairy tales
dressing up like monsters
paying for plastic paradise
living by the disney dogma

don't go to madrid
or bother with greece
we shipped in the culture
and kid proofed the booths