Gris Víboras del Altiplano

mock us for our flow they do
for it is intermittent, harsh
snippets like lost melodies
or splinters of broken arks
smashed to bits by krakens deep
the goliaths of the dark
call a poem a song and listen:
The rhythm's in our heart



proceed to be a person of utility
until a reputation is set in cement
at which time you then proceed
in light of this solid precedent
in the erection of a procession
you may intercede if there's a need
and if you've followed these steps in order
you'll necessarily succeed



look at this humanity
what greatness and what majesty
ok look ma we're revolutionary
or passed out winos smoking trees
like an iguana upon a limb be free
until the winter's next deep freeze
then we'll reach our perigee
drawn to earth by gravity
done to death by reality



we like to keep cats
a house a car this and that
a horse of course is what we want
a camel or an elephant
some great steed a mighty mount
but such things are for the rich
not for a poor punk queer switch
who pulls up a hooptie in front
and won't set foot in the restaurant