tijuanagringo.com diary@blog d70318a.htm


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so it seems the week turns around again
to sunday market on wheels sobre ruedas

crowds of street vendors set up tents 
like Arab in sudden unfolding cliché 

knowing more than I how 
metal rods connect

how sheets of plastic are spread 
tarps against sun and rain and wind

until morning crowds grow thick with
men and women, families and children

passing between the rows of booths twisting
turning down the narrow, crowded street

young couples, old couples, middle-aged couples
babies crying, babies laughing, children whining

it's a big tent, includes all
the various and sundry

plenty of camels' noses poking here
under the edge of metaphor 

street market

begging, sighing, delight and desire
women dig through heaps of clothes

50 cents, 1 dollar, the table
(5 pesos, 10, la mesa) 

men crowd around piles of second-hand tools
shining steel brushed with touches of rust


2.

I am the camel, I am the burro
screaming paper hee haw stripe

whipping myself mea culpa mea 
maxima culpa escrito ergo sum


3.

and the computers, always the computers, used,
half-used, very used, abused or hardly used at all

offering windows in Spanish, two years old,
three years old, windows millennium, xp, 98

notebook, desktop, tower — five hundred 
dollars, two hundred, one hundred, eighty. 

someday soon goin' with them someday soon
gonna buy me a new used machine @ video


4.

turn aside to visit
the internet café

drop in off the street — fire up computer #1 —
check email, record a video response & upload

go flying off around the world from LA to 
Australia forget capital letters no

geeks need apply all nerds
in a line, yes, okay, so.

the Blunty 3000 hot liquid orgazm
leaves no salty taste in your mouth!

ah, youtube



5.

on the way home I see Maria
she asks if I will want

to go with her to the store
later tonight. I say yes.

shall go big box comercial mexicana
symbol of a pelican with its pouch

you can find everything there
here, take a look...