A Spanglish blog dedicated to the works, ruminations, and mongrel pyrotechnics of Yago S. Cura, an Argentine-American poet, translator, publisher & futbol cretin. Yago publishes Hinchas de Poesia, an online literary journal, & is the sole proprietor of Hinchas Press.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007


A path through saw-grass
scrub to quarry where they cull survivalists,
anti-Castro guerillas, Dade gator-wranglers.

Past the confederation of Big Gulps
blanched by the stroke-heat.

Past two gajillion hidden lakes
founded by heathens of speed-metal,
the Fraternal Order of the Black Shirts.

Over the brigadoons of ducks and egrets
tip-toeing through continents of flood water,
the rain depressions.

Past the colossal vectors of concrete
that bulwark turnpikes, expressways—
Oops, on-ramps—drainage ditches

pulverized by skateboarders and dis-
enfranchised bulldozers.

Past limestone moguls pouring loot into a spore
for corral foyers and pampas of parking lots—rotundas.

Past the medians, pedestrian atolls and embankments.

Past the wallop of manure
in the loam of the fog.

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