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

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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)

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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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