doodled on black velvet or <br />recycled-petroleum-tin-cans <br />and if you don’t believe me, <br />walk across the border where <br />Jesus Hates It When You Smoke. <br /> <br />To prove it, see sidewalks lined with <br />ashtrays ringed with crowns of thorns, <br />weeping eyes and Dia de los Muertos <br />mini-calaveras in evening gowns, <br />Mohawks and cigarillos in sanguine-hot lips. <br /> <br />Another shows a girl on her knees, <br />hands cuffed behind her, <br />with spit-shined jackboots. <br />I mean motorcycle-cop-boots <br />framing her sex-elated face. <br /> <br />Soon I’ll see her crucified <br />in the style of Kahlo with smoke <br />coming from between her thighs <br />and people will pray and cry, <br />It’s un milagro, a miracle, es un milagro. <br /> <br />~~~ <br />Jan©2006<br /><br />Alex Nodopaka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jesus-lives-across-the-border/
