All of you suns and moons / Ashanti crescents above lintel / In wizard slippers and currency thobes / securitycam precious, crocodile bile / Juggling some real Shotta! Pral'ems No Bueno! / illegible contracts and pink slip kite blueprints / navigate barrels of vuvusellas and drum surgery / from the tarmac of a negligible promontory / A place more stratosphere than atmosphere.
The suns scope the World from third story / Adam Clayton and Frederick Douglas sentinels done good / But, who doesn't the work indict? / Surely, the proscenium means dirt bike riders can wheely across Three Five / And lawnmower up and down Lenox like hard jesters / Regardless, people really need the seen in Harlem / And they invest in Gaze Technology or Reflex Equities / they underwrite astringent nostalgia.
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.