Quixie On Wednesday, January 2, 2008




Altar for Dia de los Muertos '05

In fifteen-hvndred and six
Colvmbvs crossed the river Styx.
Did he know what he wovld find
Having left Madre España behind?
(flags
and all that jazz aside)

Trve north waiting?

A pear-shaped world,
(like a breast)
Great golden calves to fatten and gorge on,
Watery doldrvms
In which to kill time,

The endless sea . . . .

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