Untitled Temptation Poem for a Homeboy Epiphany Regarding Rain on a Soggy-Ass Sunday Nite


Susto: out of the flat, flat plains, a trickle of it:
sssssssssssssssssshhhhhhk—
A burst. Belligerence, boasts. A voz.
Blusters, bombards. Voz.
Electronic, prickly voz. Primordial voz.
Lofty as the tallest bellies of table-clouds
and spring bulls,
that buoyancy, which brings me to this:
Tlaloc—
Mogul of mud and mestizos,
Plateaus and pilgrimages,
Putos and piety: a jaino in January, a jaino
En Marzo. Traiciones, monarcas;
Relampagos y cabarones—
Ssshhk. Sssshhk.
This susto is what a vato like me is all about.