the american country

there was an experience which touched me deeply, in the airport going through american customs, where we were all treated like criminals, and a free woman in a red coat was swabbed like an animal, randomly, as though she was being tested for rabies, and then she wiped her hands on the back of her pants because she felt dirty, she was released, and started talking to herself and blinking madly, i remember feeling she had been treated badly, it made me angry, but i was also filled with sympathy, not only for her, but for the whole american country;
totally atrophied,
a travesty

yet, i

yet, i -
anticipate your coming
like spring always
does
while, i -
let you in on dreams
still unfolding
in space
again, i -
knead bread as pain's
interlude dances
modern
and, i -
blow dust in the heart
of your sword's
incision
now, i -
like the kiss of sun
face death
enamoured
knowing, i -
am just a young flower
in mid-
blossom
still, i -
scour barren fields
for bones and
feathers
finding, i -
linger tranquil on the
floor of crystal  
waters

i like the way

i like the way
mexicans speak spanish
like a young tongue
lapping pussy
si, si,
todo bien
aqui