Jesus Lives Across the Border

on black velvet and he’s doodled

on recycled-petroleum-tin-cans

and if you don’t 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 I’ll see her crucified

in the style of Kahlo with smoke

coming from between her thighs

and the people will pray and cry,

It’s un milagro, a miracle, un milagro.

Right on, Guapa. Right on, Cutesy!

~~~
Alex Nodopaka Jan©2006
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