2 parts chihuahua blood
3 parts jalisco agave
A pinch of wind
Stir in the
Queer powdered field
Turn left and cough
COUGH t
Raked skin
Sun torn(orchard)
How many dogs does it take?
Buddy jumped into
Out of
Through
Hung over it and
Stone cold
Another buried pet
Let rest about 10 hours
Flip over
Blend
Pour down the Thompson canyon
Face south and pray
To the rocks n’ tits
Add nopalitos
Stir in
Queer sprigs
Blast beer on my
Face and read Robert Duncan
To me again
A pinch
Of wind
A pinch
Serve with oysters
About the Creator
Jaime Diaz
queer Mexican artist
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