we were drinking mexicana libres
squeezed limes, squirt, rum
she was every inch spanish aristocracy
or so she told me
generations cryptogenic, made in mexico
hair, ravens in flight, skin
coffee with cream, brown sugar
lips red. moist and sensual
eyes, earth-born black holes
me the helpless graviton caught up in fate
she wanted to know my ancestry
let's see, spanish aristocracy, made in mexico
i am norman, somewhat educated norseman
altho vikings some considered us savages
swords dedicated to depredation
usual barbarian, insouciant to deprecations
we terrorized the coasts to persia
progenitors of the sicilian mobsters
along with a few black muslims, a couple of jews
stopping to murder monks, loot churches
everyone at first needs a little capital
we then liberated parts of france
then we became very educated
tired of winos, we liberated england
the best thing that ever happened
to the lumpen proletariats, the anglo-saxens
those guttural germans
england ended more than one prayer
God deliver us from the norsemen
and God delivered
discovered and conquered america, long knives
ended the anthropoid aristocracy
accumulated the world's warriors
proclaimed our manifest destiny, annuit coeptis
an ignorant path of destruction at times
practicing christian principles where and when possible
yet a loving, giving people, another enigma
we only wanted what was ours
later i had her legs parted, ballerina supine
bucking limbs of a thralled thoroughbred
my face buried in that sarcocarp
epicarp, mesocarp, endocarp
perfect conch, screaming lotus kisses
diastrophism bulldozing the mon veneris
to heights, only the gods would know
she was Sir Edweena Hilary yodeling
yo-rin-tin-tin-hi-ho-silver-away
i did her real good
i was Mr. Charro, El Vaquero Lengua
Senor Sancho and viced her down
held on, phoresy comes to mind
rode her twice past the finishing line
broke that mare
until she screamed no mas normando
pushing me onto the floor
her hands in her crouch, her own world
and as a pack of wolves going boldly
where man had been before
i crept back for more
i did her real good

i like that she said
what do you call this in english
sodomy i replied, anthropophagi 
against church doctrine, you know
what ensued i shall spare you grilled apostates
but i did point out the weak force, bosons
and as i was drifting into physics
i noticed her face, atrabilious, distant
only moments before, smiling amplexus ballet
watching us with a pocket mirror
i saw in her eyes a man
fresh off the boat, oncoming sea invasion
norse carolingian sword in hand
a barbarian baby killer
intent on murdering the village priest
drake and spain at his knees, burning galleons
burning lidos, ignescent funeral, valkyrie
sword gripped in my dead hands
i was getting excited again
consumed in the fires of loincerebroism
the slam of the door was convincing
"vampiro" echoing down the stairs

hey, wait a minute, passive-agressive
standing on the balcony, mexico below
screaming, hey, what about me
resignation, where did i put that succubus
next time i will go back
to the native american routine
what tribe are you


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