Your tios three-story brownstone in Weehawken
purely haunted by that feminine Jodorowsky critic
beholden to volcanic temples of blood
the diorama of Tenochtitlan with conquistador toads
& Aztec lizards. Lady tourists with gold-plated pussies.
That specter has sat flush on the berth of that house
for years, hovering over the blankets of visitors from Los Angeles,
slow-dancing with gas-masked Gestapo in the bunker ballroom.
Whenever we eat outside, I look anywhere
but the sadistic windows.
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.