Cumpleaños Lagarta Grande

If anything is awesome which isn't a whale
it would probably be a well-written tale
to be awesome requires a behemoth status
or to have a particularly refined substratum
but my poetry's flirty, pretentious and grand
the best medium for it is on wind and in sand



happiness remained elusive
in those neverending mists
the delerium of days inclusive
of raving howling fits
now emerged from that cocoon suspended
each breath of air and my heart lifts



My mind sometimes wanders
to memories of fear
most intimate violence
the shedding of a tear
as my scales grow ever thicker
with the wear of many years



The Pantanal is where mi papa is from
el es un caimano viejo
it extends all the way up into Brasil
al Noroeste del garganta el diablo
¿now what do you want a stone up there for?
¡mi padre solo comer los pescados!