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9/11/2012

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dwelt  in his cave

    T  U  L  A[1]

in complete chastity—fasting

/ sacred yerba—tumbleweeds—devoting his life

to meditation / duplicated as himself w/ his bro Ulises

       broken alone before returning / away alone

  snapping tumbleweed branches

& enriching culture of his wdbe extended brown brethren

   w/ births of his thoughts

—¡viva meXicanismo!

& in his visions he saw that womanborn ancestor[2]--

   observed Chaley Pancho Chastitellez / dead /

100 years in that future 4 Rain

Chaley murdered by sunkissed Xochitl

Flores / his corpse on its back / knees doubled

to its chest / his heart separated from body

detached by sd Xochitl

& Ysrael saw heartless Chaley ghostly board

a raft of serpents & set sail to the east

—Manhatitlán--

puro deseparecido

AY / YA / YYA / YN / YE / AN

            Y         N         /          Y          N         /          Y        N

Ysrael saw dew of Chaley’s pipi

a-sprinkled / showered / scattered / ‘pon Xochitl’s tumtum

música pagada toca mal tono O lo la lo  . . . O . . . o . . . O . O

& Ysrael weeping

& Ysrael sorrowing

sigh / his hermano / sigh . . .

sight of his brother Ulises & Dolores / Dolores qué dolores

waking w/ her

her breath

facebody upon

sudden sadness

saw her see her seeing

thinking seeing feeling

hearing sighing fatigue

remember . . .

& U’s face Chaley’s face

Ysrael’s prophecy of Chaley deeper sleep . . . 

& Chastitellez eating out his heart when acknowledging how he offended his own ghosts . . .

how wronging em / taking fright /

¡SHADES OF DON QUIXOTE!

¡ZÁS!

Ysrael snooked up head shake head shake

snao ueah & wind

his head / anguo ho / that boy thought

agringadooh

pitiyanquisquisquisquis     

no mamames

& ye see these /

100 years later

Chaley wd read Ysrael’s pocho prophecies

& timidly & absently pontificate to güera Llorona /

quote these

                        white walls / white folks’ walls

                                                                                                            el diablo es

                        ¿don’t you understand? unquote / she sez / all             rubio

                                    we’ve been around’s walls                               y en sus

     azules ojos



¡ZÁS!


                                      all our lives Chaley                                          dos estrellitas



¡ZÁS!


                                                                            encendió



¡ZÁS!


                                                                             el amor



¡ZÁS!


                                                                          con su corbata



¡ZÁS!


  ¡ZÁS!


                                                                            y sus calzones

                                                                           rojos

                                                                        el diablo me

                                                                        parace

                                                                        encantador

tattooed across her pale back the union jack

& Chaley read these same prophecies

as he lived them & wrote

them in his Pocho Codex of selfreckoned

“Santo” Ysrael & also his

mama Xóchitl of 400 children[3] mostly ‘xicanos

            —una nalgalita whose

            ass wd make anyone religious--

              in some accounts she was a prostitute--

but for Ysrael’s choice prophecies

he had no shame of documenting

his mother--

of fleshed mexicana:

absence of yr beat

pulses inside me

Carajo:

ye want to find

disease cut it from

inside & make this maldito

world right ye who

told me once numbers

of yr days—ye (Chaley)

cd be one to set

me RIGHT / (¿La Llorona?)

this pinche gentleman

solo

thinking of days

maybe this wd

be someone to

truly marvel

 

w/i one

who writes to make

his right write of

those reading like nothing

 

YE

alone

I brought ye

one drink of water bc

you

tired

needed some

fire in glass

w/ ice I breathe

into ¿ye

see smoke? I see

ye leave & that’s all

 

& so entonces my windows break /

leak /

 

bloody screams

new ghosts

prying again

/ as incense /

on altar             another day         cobalt smoke

here

sacrifice

her old hands rub

into C’s scalp

watching C sleep

such an adorable tortilla yes blue tortillas

—& Ysrael wrote all this over 100 years before C

—of C w/ Ysrael’s mother Xóchitl/Xochitl in loving rapture--

some space indeed /

& bequeathéd first his prophecies to his son-in-law

Pancho Chastitellez (i) who bequeathéd them to Pancho

Chastitellez (ii) who bequeathéd them to Chaley / Pancho

Chastitellez (ii) of course incorporated much of sd material

into his Pocho Codex: Piercing an Amurkan Poetic Historiography--

            blue tortillitas / which reminded Chaley of Nachos

& bloom of AZTLÁN sky’s light & not yellow light of New Yorb

& nachos w/ carne asada / yes / nachos / & X stood

& left Chaley alone / sometime later she returned carrying

a giant dish of Nachos Especiales / “these natch-os” sd X (¿Llorona?)

“will help you Chaley / ye will soon forget yr troubles

“for nachos make one romantic”

“I won’t sey no”

 

& out her building’s window they cd hear a dog speaking rough / rough / rough

 

“delicious”

 

“thanky”

 

“I will reverse that Mex’can curse: ‘may yr life NOT be filled w/ lawyers’”

 

“thanky kindly”

 

“¿think ye’re quite oppressed by the breadth of that knowledge eh?”

 

“as ye sey: ay cucúy”                                

 



[1] y ante tanto dolor tanta muerte / un conquistador conquista’o fuiste


[2] she where water meets skies / ce acatl / luminare coeli pulchra ut luna ut sol electa


[3] X’s lamentations / her fortune / hints of her aversions to all vices / & justified diversions a las Musas



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