Ride The Wild Turf

Chamaco drank the clouds

put out the sun

his girlfriend boogalooed

her friend god-flew

farm chickens hang ten past tense

the city ones gang bang

buses derailed

planes grew candy tales

abuela was Quetzalcoatl

La Virgen was a bottle

Chamaco stuck his head

into his hand

what the Mayans brought

was nobody’s turf