13/14

in spain

i wish i could have seen you
lifting stones decreed
by Rome
standing in the sun
arguing with your abuelo
in voices that echo
back centuries
over where to put them
(those stones)
for the next
millenia

ht.


los chihuahuas of doom

los Chihuahuas of Doom
bark all day
at a concrete squirrel
beneath the birdbath
chained
just out of reach
stupid stupid
Chihuahuas of Doom
bobble-headed imitations
of larger dogs
they imagine themselves
equal
and bark accordingly
poor stupid
Chihuahuas of Doom
reduced to peddling
TACOS!
of mystery meat and
inhabiting P. Hilton's
handbag
and trembling
in the laps
of people who tremble
inside
poor poor
Chihuahuas
they're doomed.

ht.