Huntington Park

My girlfriend’s eyes

are rented spiders.

Her vagina

hums my dirty name.

Nopales

were once her little girl.

I being her boyfriend

am but an axe.

The car thinks

and chews mojados.

In the barrio

anything is possible.

Two teenage girls

tower above their own nalgitas.

They are

pierced comadres from hell.

The Mexican radio station

will not suffer.

After a day at the park

I tell my girlfriend and her daughter,

the trees

naturally approve of murder and rape.

The transit bus

just now took a shit in the street,

and the beach

is too far away for lips.