Gringo : TJ Poemas








I  AM  A  DOG  is  god  spieled  backw0rds



The cars are lined up in the dirt
and broken cement
		along sor Juana avenue
		by the Otay gate
¿crossing over?
Yes.		park it here, well

yes		and well yes

morning clouds burn
to afternoon sun

dust blows
whereof I walk writing
looking		sniffing morning air

Thank God we're not in the desert
only					edge

t h e r e  o  f

city smell the dogshit
hear the man yelling at his dog got out

bark bark bark		backwards away
stand in the first shade scribbling

all the poetry never spoken or heard

keep walking past the factory gate
toward the street market

buy a little food for the week

retreat to your bohemian hole
and write write write

drink coffee stay up all night
more garbage more smell more dust

sweep sweep sweep the floor clean

here comes another cloud to shade the sun
another dog running loose in the street

well at least it aint car bombs in Babylon

that dust, those broken walls
these dogs barking at this fool writing

another hole broken open in the newly paved street
big beautiful truck parked at the curb

I want to go South
beyond this edge of Earth

				IN GOD WE TRUST
				(lightning bolt)
				International
				"WE ARE WERE YOU NEED US"

misspieled on the tracta dore
			to
32 wheeled trailer

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Gringo : TJ Poemas



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