Barrio Fever

 

In San Antonio

the walls turn black.

 

Burros recite poetry

stolen from La Raza.

 

The girl in the Mexican Bakery

smells of delicious buns.

 

No one knows

why the Westside sank.

 

Centeno's ghost fondles a girl

behind a shopping cart.

 

White people re-route the river

like semen.

 

The Alamo

moves swiftly.

 

Buttons on La Sandra's blouse

made of purple chicharones.

 

A transit bus on Zarzamora

perches atop a cactus.

 

Las viejitas

joke about time.

 

A plastic dog

drags away a window.

 

Indeed the walls

look better black.

 

My car's submerged in Woodlawn Lake

carjacked by badass Our Lady of the Lake.

 

Max and Cecilio

walk barefoot across Abbey Road.

 

Spanish missions dismantled

by Carmen's sexy sweat.

 

Oh, San Antonio,

what have you done to yourself?

 

I wish I could Arise!

like Angela.