rolling stones and Dylan
on the radio
searching the whole wide world
for the holy gringo
(at least that’s what i heard)
and the parque san juan
with the birds chirping
not such
an unusual thing, but it felt
noteworthy
what fantastic reliefs
what sculpted truths
what sacrificial lambs
what serpentine roots
in uxmal, beheadings, for some
great god
and hoops to pass the heads through
wait, no, there was rubber
for that
the heads rolled after
walled windows in the distance
that form staircases in my mind
climbing higher into ____
(i left this part blank
for some reason)
and a palm facing east
the highest form
of expression to the gods
water
refracts
but in blue
light
drips
down the wooden staircase
the best rip off
we ever had,
as i floated
taking pictures
without a GoPro
ferrying my cell phone
over the river Styx
like Charon
with a life jacket
so that it wouldn’t
get wet
would i have gone after it
if it had sunk?
And Garcia Madero
who gets into the Impala
on New Year’s Day
knowing
he was never meant to stay
isn’t that a great moment
in the story,
when everything
is about to change?
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