2 Vatos in a Vacant Parking Structure
for Dino Dinco



Belligerence and lions amok, where to tread?
This fabric of mortar and motives,
Where to head?
Impenetrability! Lineless slab, wishful as
Flanks and fluency. Los dos, guey—
An oceanic tussle of that much cielo,
An armada of euphemisms
for how alone I know these sagging roads
to go—
their toll--milestone, miles, miles
Of spine divots and splotches
Of collarbones and curt cataclysms
and that eerie immensity of highrise soledad.
The seduction of concrete!
The walls all cried out!