Jesus Lives Across the Border
on black velvet and heís doodled
and if you donít believe me,
walk across the border where
Jesus Hates It When You Smoke.
To prove it, sidewalks lined with
ashtrays ringed with crowns of thorns,
weeping eyes and Dia de los Muertos
mini-calaveras in evening gowns or
Mohawks with cigarillos in their hot lips.
Another shows a girl on her knees,
hands cuffed behind her,
with spit-shined jackboots.
I mean motorcycle-cop-boots
framing her face.
Soon Iíll see her crucified
in the style of Kahlo with smoke
coming from between her thighs
and the people will pray and cry,
Itís un milagro, a miracle, un milagro.
Right on, Guapa. Right on, Cutesy!
Alex Nodopaka Jan©2006
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