lejos de su tierra

in my imaginings
far from your dirt
I held a gun to your head
as you were giving me head
'cause this is what
abstracts of love do
when holding Spanish dolls ransom
~
Russian roulette via Cartel double 9's
becomes the political revolution
in a gang~bangers party
while defamation of slugs barrel down
on sinuous tears faced south in the mud
 ~
'Hush' for there is no mercy
where the devil`s hooves trample
examples, they need to be made
in the vats where venoms
stench of sodomized rose bouquets
elected from the verdugo's garden
~
y lejos de su tierra adonde caminas
death is still but a woven beauty...
just one more pussy
prostituting on borrowed time
and where Tijuana pimps
sit at your table in gold crosses
eating scorpions for breakfast
and watching you die like salted tequila