Pearls Are Like Scapulars
Lavish a throat. Leer. Punctuate each breath.
A bead. A bed. Twitters, twilight—
On good days, watch me
Bombard wishes with wily babas—
See, I inflict said incandescent cut atop the lip;
Split at the vortex of knuckle;
That all things pop apart, all things
Splintery bone; carcass of a telephone
I, like blackberry paste and birdish haste,
can hear a veterano’s soul crack
Beneath the fluorescence, jangle, jangle
of a thousand shanks:
oh, Mysteries, oh, Faith—and Years of keys
And keys and keys
and keys that don’t wield but the bonds of
Involuntarily quoting arthropods and guerreros—
Ey, you ever watch 2 vatos hold it down?
Naw. Not in years, he said.
Weight of carne, weight of flanks.
You remind me of this one vato I used to know.