The Non Sequitur Of Life In The Barrio
alejandro ran
all the way home
with the stolen
thirteen dollars
still in his
sweaty hand
he threw the knife
in someone’s backyard
the moon
gathered barrio dust
the stars stuttered
dark-brown like alejandro’s life
the other stone
the one displaying
the Mayan calendar
beyond 2012
is still lost
and buried in the jungle
waiting
to be discovered
itching to tell
its secrets
if only
to gringos
alejandro planning
his next pendejada
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