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RAMÓN EL DIABLO
a trash can is burning across
from the cathedral when
I walk home from internet .
a vagabond woman leaning against the
corner storewindow mutters as I pass
- pinche poesia -
damn poetry
sometimes I feel the same way
about my own daemon
mumbling these
verses or curses .
when I get home my landlord
chef Ramón will throw me out
for the crime of talking with
one of his little ex-whores
he used up & threw away
- LEAVE TOMORROW - he screams
threatens article 33, section 2
expulsion of inconvenient
foreigners by
the President
and then he
reminds me that he is his own
prince of grandfather devil .
I fight for the end of the month
until he finally agrees
- that is not so very far away -
the poet's trash can is burning
across from this cathedral hell
and here was the drop
which overflowed that cup
adiós mi querida camarada
- at least it was not article 69 -
another lost friend of his
will laugh tomorrow . . . .
from Tijuana
This treatment befell us one night only a week -- eight days ocho días pues -- after he told us he would be eternally grateful for the way we helped him serve the charity ladies their luncheon went and
why do we still love him? Because Ramón Huerta ain't no ordinary man, no. Extra-ordinary. One lets the sun burn, sometimes. Cancer or good crop, it is...
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revise 8:34 AM Jun/12/05