S t e v e n P a u l A l v a r e z
  • Journeys in McTlán
  • Read
  • About

so he told

2/6/2013

0 Comments

 
Picture
1

bc they’re hunting wets / shit /  so he told

Xochitl don’t go flouting all yr semana bracelets at once

w/ yr snakeskin boots y todo at pinche Wallmart

or best keep yr SS card handy just in case—socia

so entonces

& so Xochitl laughs

& earlier that day in Vegas

Chaley noticed under his glass tabletop

            sitting alone w/ his icecold domestic draft

            General D Antonio Lopez de Santa Ana

his napkin on his face / his leg well / god knows where that’s at

nice domestic draft / cold / & broadcast on television to his left: sports

he never watched / once at a bar in Tuxson he watched

PBS but that only once / w/ ol Agustín Yabronez de Rioseco

in all likelihood off to make his fortune—great bigheaded

fortress of Mexico / el gringo te chingó

cabrona / to Xochitl / te chingó chingó

now on bullriding / & another screen tractors

pulling big loads of junk really fast & flames

erupting from their pipes

& then Chaley w/o interpreter sd I’d have ye know

that ye’ve come from distant lands at our lord’s

bidding / our Presidente Chuy / who’s many many

lords & vassals myself included has sent me

to command yr great princessly fortune & give

up yr sacrifices & stay away from lost gringos--

somber distance too please—stop eathing flesh

of yr neighbors & quit it all w/ all that sodomy

& other things ye do behind yr walls—for such’s

the living will of our lord President Chuy Xst

& in these firme Untied States of Amurka--

in which we all believe & whom

we worship—great giver of life & death / bear up

bastarda to Freedomlandia

& Xochitl laughed at this

& Chaley then expounded how heard abt some distant

Tío Taco so-called (& also Father Taco[1] / from he who birthed

Chaley w/ his thoughts)

who worked nightshifts at the university hospital north of speedway as a cook

                                    & one day he showed up at work bien crudo

                                & wooshy woozy / & as he stirred the boiling menudo

                                    in a ten-gallon pot he slipped / smashing his chin

                                on the cauldron & loosening his glass eye

                                    which / clarín / chinga que damn / fell directly into the soup

his insurance wdn’t cover the costs of a new one / & since then

that Tío Taco has been one-eyed

           

further enhancing his gnomishness

true story

& Xochitl: ¿cd ye tell

me more abt our Holy Amurka?

& remained silent staring

at her shoes / or floor

w/ eyes closed--

 

well then I guess now there’s nothing

else I can do cept put up my flag--

 

& then some drunk güey sitting at bar’s furthest corner

sd “make peace w/ this pendejo / lady / & fill

“yrself w/ his jobs & honor our Virgen / & make

“sweet sacrifice of yr red/white/blue bleeding

“body—pos yr heart & blood mi morena—”

 

haughty words indeed

 

& Xochitl / w/ authoritas

chalchihuites in her ears--

feathered hair—her

only desire to serve

Chaley & his gods

Chaley her tecle

who already promised

to make rounds

w/ her in the Vegas tiangüez

Xochitl sd to that güey back there:

“know yrself puta madre cabrón

“look out for yrself gordo

“pinche rosepetal tamal”
& proceeded to threaten

to lop off his feet

Chaley not surprised

had heard of these Mezkins

from Pancho’s letters

& library / of Mezkins

in AZtlán—enmity

deeply rooted

in their hearts /

& such this Mezkin

character of that under

cover of peace

they wd only practice greater

treachery—for they

never kept their word--

whatever promised--

[note: & as his translator / ye Malinche—outsider within / insider without]

looking Xocitl in her eyes

in more or less dyadic terms—unspoken

mind—w/ him

& minimal attention to her eyelashes

& how she cd

turn our Aztec empire

upon itself / state of civil

war brought on—no--

instigated by outsiders--

same ol Amurkan

logic / Puerto Rico / Nicaragua / El Salvador / Panama / Chile / Argentina / Cuba / DR / Guatemala / El Salvador / Iraq

& Chaley maybe harbored secret

muddleclass [sic] Amurkan dreams

alignin w/ certain

things & comin to know Quetzalcoatl--

performin certain ethnic behaviors--

2

&

she

Xochitl

before outing

Vegas sola

& encountering

Chaley . . .

Xochitl

publishes her blog tunes off her dig music      

leaves thru backdoor / of her cousins’ casita / screen slams / lights her way                                                          w/ her keychain light & approaches barnwise she

thru her silk Wallmart panties she

soft touch be ticklen her fanny

sitting feels tonguey

how she likey that she be

him for he knows she be thought

for ye also bygmaster have

it she whispers before entering

important for her place

& it meant  big deals yes

to her grass she weeping

oceseven this hill

sky able to feel her

there:                                              message

some man tall dark

Temo

                                    ghost of McTlán
return

                                    from talltime

Orizaba firm

                                    he stands

&

chingao / ¿who’s this güey?[2]

adstupet ipse sibi uultuque

inmotus eodem haeret

ut e tenochtitlan formatum

marmore signum . . .

3

no doubt some down&out Meskin

forced to seek better

conditions in Hell Norte--

another wronged by Amurka’s

slow relentless pressure

of agricultural / mineral / financial

/ & oil corporate interests

on this Messican’s nation’s

entire economic & social/historical

evolution / true soldier

of the rekonkuistsa &

   out of his wifebeater dark

   her mind her clitoris to clam                                    M   A   M   A   S   I   T   A

   calming too much quick now / ay

   off                                                                                  S   O   L   I   D

   so cold check on her hoss

   knowing to explore that

   in her most prized CHEEK

   down she can please any

   man or Mezkin hoss deep down inside

   her she wanted woods loved

   hosses madder her warm moist arous--

   Temo & she both galloped thru precise processions

   she dreamt of it when her

   husband proposed he loved

   silk panties b/c she bent on her knees & toucheyed

   almost feels like fingers but when he

   lifted her head slowly lightly licking

   her clit she Xochitl then looked at her

   hosbonde’s presence now outside barn window

   so far away he always coming supersmart

   no she didn’t

   hossin w/ Temo their family Mezkin hoss

her cousins’ jointly-owned Vegas stable

   out near National Guard armory & Vegas

   fairgrounds

   & Xochitl again we must tell no one checked

   her voicemail  & Temo sd seemon

4

but Xochitl

here in this bar made mouth to this compa

sitting back alone crying into his warmin tecate

& Chaley shd sey there’s no truth

ye can know everything / Xochitl

ey hey hey hey there: girl using skirt w/ button-down shirt

quickly she scampers by

 how close & hidden Xochitl & Chaley found themselves so close his

breath on her cheek & tho no music they held plenty

including how she held her breath & shivered

& he thought I’m young old Tio Pancho man sure as hell lived

no life like Virginia Woolf but I cd learn to pick

pockets like this for my daily bread my real living

wages carajo b/c I espeak that langwedge

between myself . . . between my ancestors & myself

& not all verbs nor tenses cover that tension

& she looked at him something nice nice woman

here woman this woman Chaley sd hallo hallo

sure strike me as someone beautiful someone

entirely beautiful for me at this moment

struck     spin      swerve redbricks          beneath            gas       blood               machine

5

& earlier Xochitl’s

world vibrated synesthetically

she strolled in sporting her synthetic fibers

heels in purple syllables YEA &

for before she drove this

freeway / her heels off below

her legs/ lefty toeing her

purple spikes righty maintaining

injection of fuel into her

mighty three-punto-five L

four-banger she

passed roadside skyline sculp-

tures of rocks & plastics

she: artist queen of children

her sublime ruffians

she—incinerates mastadons

she—worms & swords her squirms & chortles

she—saves for rainy days

she—jangles whinny trio of tenors

she—whose eyebrows as nests of swallows

she—fabricates w/o scarring sweet 40 winks

she—one sweet forty winker then indeed indeed

she—ruby-throated hummingbird

she—who combs sea snails near Oaxacan seashores

she—whose shoulders drip dry champagne

she—jangles whinnies in her trio of terms

she—gracious beehive mama

she—engages worrying currents

she—victim of some fambly trauma

she—houses & raises wild ferrets

she—eyelines big brownblack eye

she—lightly singing singing signing

she—lyrical outburst twothree time

she—even eats all natural natural

she—left three ones as tip for her barrista

she—never leaves that much ever

she—felt guilty today &

she—didn’t know exactly why after all ‘twuzn’t

she—who went off lookin to study codex thru glass downsouth

she—stayed home worked around her cousins’ casita & to go had to go

she—lightly signing signatures & singing b/c

she—hasn’t dramatic ins & outs like Chastitellez outbursts

she—ain’t chaotic

she—doesn’t have snakes for eye

LA PUTA MUERTE—now she had snakeyes for Chastiteyez

she—onyx lampadhphore Phenix amphore

she—knows  little bit less than when

she—started but

she—still knows everything

she—pink anguish now sunk ash now conch resonantly foolish to drink trash gold gash of unicorn lash naked lank thick junglebush wink flash

she—recollected for praxis—yeh pragmatic

6

YUP: she ye know we worship for she Mamas forth

into godliness see her Great

Mama river & earth & sky to plain until foot

in part park & part parking lot

ravishment & phantasy those

lucky onlookers soaked of subsequent

worth makes me think she thinks . . . review

some tangent what we’ve thought

our manitas on here claims stylistic representation

sometimes          

               this our heroine gets caught

out in rain w/o her umbrella & wet

she gets or pulled back into a choke hold

she—looked down at him suddenly unaware of her brown eyes startling under thick black mextiza brows yea so

she—s not beautiful exactly sd Chaley but such bonedrawn distinction

well b/c            anyway he sees

7

a hapless fertile plain

& touching hands ¿ye

listen to Nacho Vegas? ¿too?

muy nice



[1] Careful: tacos talk to tricksters


[2] mira: estay entray                                 ¿este maestro

el deecho y                                                                sabe tichar?

el icho—                                                                 ¿tichar? ¿eres un tichar?

eye                                          

oon taycho                                                             —¡callete musasho!--



0 Comments

Your comment will be posted after it is approved.


Leave a Reply.

    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture

    Chaley Chastitellez

    Annals of Aztec demigods, Chican@s more Dedalusians in slouches, Quetzalcoatls in jumpsuits.

    Click to set custom HTML

    Tweets by @Chastitellez


    Archives

    September 2019
    January 2018
    September 2017
    June 2017
    December 2016
    October 2016
    September 2016
    May 2016
    April 2016
    March 2016
    January 2016
    November 2015
    October 2015
    July 2015
    June 2015
    May 2015
    April 2015
    February 2015
    January 2015
    September 2014
    August 2014
    July 2014
    June 2014
    May 2014
    April 2014
    March 2014
    February 2014
    December 2013
    November 2013
    October 2013
    September 2013
    August 2013
    July 2013
    June 2013
    May 2013
    April 2013
    March 2013
    February 2013
    January 2013
    December 2012
    November 2012
    October 2012
    September 2012
    August 2012

Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.