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Don Bauder 7:49 p.m., May 22
No way back Turnstyles clatter and
clunk pedestrians leaving the U.S.
via Twin Gates spun percussion
clank clutter clink twisting your Feet
across a painted line on concrete
p e r c e i v e d between your ears
that the one true border is
LA N G U A G E
five hundred thousand Pairs of shoes
walk
everyday
beyond
the better angel lanes of
your
smoking traffic
through this place where
one world Ends starts
and Another Stops begins
at the LAST Mission Bell
& iron border plaque
LIMITE DE LOS ESTADOS UNIDOS MEXICANOS
BORDER OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
A n d
so now
you have crossed over
to walk
between these long walls of public art
touristic information stinking telefonos
customs aduanos & something
Mexican mural struggling
to be born autochthonous
in a brain on two Mother tongues .
Go up to little green Men with Guns waiting under their sunscreen tent shade for custom inspection in front of this painted wall .
They ignore
the passing crowd
until one catches their eye
and then
Anything to declare ?
Welcome to Mexico. Please push
the button red-light
check your bag
or green-light not
waved on
through the crack
between
this world
and the
n e x t
don't stop now
hurry hurry hurry
no one reads anything here on
a path devised to divide and conquer
before reaching History corner
we must all reap the dust of
explorers Indians missions
rancheros tourists workers
& Beggars
who have crawled in
between their metal bars
bloody stumps pleading they
only need enough to get back home
to Guadalajara
or wherever
but n o
y o u
rush past tossing coins at
the ghost of that missionary
who walked all the way up from
Mexico City with ulcers on his legs
to conquer California for Spain
J u n i p e r o S e r r a
thank God
that's all over
one last turnstyle or the other
bending you around
and around
unto release on public street
at the Island of Tacos
beyond the
Sea of Taxis
who call
you to ride
ride
Ride .
(this poem was included in the 2010 San Diego poetry annual)
Comments
Daniel Thomas April 17, 2012 @ 10 a.m.
The formatting is ALL SCREWED UP sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
nan shartel April 17, 2012 @ 1:06 p.m.
this is more readable
No way back
Turnstiles clatter and clunk
pedestrians leaving the U.S. via Twin Gates
spun percussion clank clutter clink twisting your
Feet across a painted line on concrete
p e r c e i v e d between your ears
that the one true border is LA N G U A G E
five hundred thousand
Pairs of shoes walk everyday beyond the better angel lanes of your smoking traffic
through this place where one world
Ends starts
and Another Stops begins
at the LAST Mission Bell
& iron border plaque
LIMITE DE LOS ESTADOS UNIDOS MEXICANOS BORDER OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
A n d so now
you have crossed over to walk
between these long walls of public art
touristic information stinking telefonos customs aduanos & something
Mexican mural struggling
to be born autochthonous in a brain on two Mother tongues .
Go up to little green Men with Guns waiting under their sunscreen tent shade for custom inspection in front of this painted wall .
They ignore the passing crowd until one catches their eye and then
Anything to declare ?
Welcome to Mexico.
Please push the button
red-light check your bag or green-light not waved on through the crack
between this world and the n e x t
don't stop now hurry hurry hurry
no one reads anything here on a path
devised to divide and conquer before reaching History corner
we must all reap the dust of explorers Indians missions rancheros tourists workers & Beggars
who have crawled in between their metal bars bloody stumps pleading
they only need enough to get back home to Guadalajara or wherever \
but n o y o u rush past tossing coins at the ghost of that missionary
who walked all the way up from Mexico City with ulcers on his legs
to conquer California for Spain
J u n i p e r o S e r r a thank God that's all over
one last turnstyle or the other bending you around and around
unto release on public street at the Island of Tacos
beyond the Sea of Taxis
who call
you to ride
ride
Ride .
(this poem was included in the 2010 San Diego poetry annual)
nan shartel April 17, 2012 @ 1:08 p.m.
hope this is OK with u DanielTijuana
Daniel Thomas May 9, 2012 @ 2:48 p.m.
Nan THANK YOU please forgive my tardy response I don't seem to have notification set up for when I receive comments I had intended to get back and revise but got greatly distracted with an important (i.e. well-paying) translation job SO VERY KIND OF YOU to present the alternate version Thanks Again!!!
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