Canoeing the big beats we missed our recruit:
eau de dirty mouth in the Juarez body gap avec.
Avec what?
That is what.
That is problems in dialectical beheader flavor
smelling as a zippered rump bent
over Eames chair invitation, unscuffable
stripper-heeled huaraches equipped.

Not playin, no how, for reals.

Just Cinema-burped instructions
on how to want—sauf que —
the coffee shop white men leer
latitudinally for verily unto thee
they are made of coffee, plaid shirts.

Ergo, the wackness Instituto Marma Duke de Sinaloa
mi bearded gente plenty o’ nine tails
rocket-pointed planetary vocoding mariachi suspension:
nein games.