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December 08, 2005
avenida jose balta
on the avenida Balta
there is an ex-man
in a beard
selling redheadead parrots
their feet twined to a twig
he is not alone
or, in any way
unique
the trade in mascots on Jose Balta
are alive and kicking
puppies cradled in
price collars
and the cooing of school girls
half armed men
vending beach balls from laundry baskets
and of course the obligatory blind man
playing the harmonica
through wooden teeth
as scarfaced ringleaders
watch for the shiny items
on the chests and breasts
of the touristas
truckloads of hombres
armed with batons
better than those
carried by the police
attack watch repairmen
to steal their BBQ lighters
I walk down the street
with my blade
exposed
to those of the disposition
that I have
something to offer
I do
un lit de fleurs
Posted by Drexler at December 8, 2005 09:45 AM