excerpts from The Story of the Pocho
My mission is to bring back küla mari kilos
However much that is
Doing it with both hands
I’m to leave immediately
Take residence at a place lit by blue lights in Salta
If I see a poet named Vicente Luy
KILL HIM
But do it quietly
Watch in the distance without guilt
Let him kill himself
Then we’ll make crack
And I’m going to but Don Hugo says don’t do it
Your ankle’s broken in the 3rd world
So I take refuge in the Yellow Corral
Run away and sleep with Pachamama
I’m painting time markers for Ranquiles 2000
Ursa Major upside down’s
equivocal id est the bear’s
hibernating gratuitously
La wachiturra del hombre
Kukuracha had it in for me
Ayí in the desert of 1001
Patagonian nights
A fake el Verdadero in
la Plaza del Mayo
Around her motorcycles
revving up
Total porkería Troma
“Surf Nazis Must Die”
or maybe a coffee table
Botero for the Real McCoy
Everything fat and
waiting to explode
buuum buuum buum
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