Foreign Nation
Drive me god damn crazy
Trying to not think of you
Dancing there on bus stop
walls
Green street signs, migrating
Shinning on a strum and all
the hum
Of morning awaking at five a.m.
Can not get back to sleep
You have made me narcoleptic
Stranded on the luminous girl
Shinning through my back-seat
window
On the canvas of the moon
Sliding over my mobile-bed
like a spot-light
That you exist and are not
sleeping
Next to me in parity of these
jacket sheets
Folding like an origami swan
To carry you up and on
The wings of these things
I dare not say and watch you
fly away
Falling in love like a run
away mustang
Fences gone and on the range
Of advancement and bolting
To find you in the folding
Of that moon into my bus-room
Somehow knowing this is where
you are supposed to be
My love like Central American
currency
Wanting to renew my passport
And exit this nation to
process an exchange rate
And live in your country
Value me outside these slums
and I am done
I am done wandering in these
vagabond streets
Maps of carrier routes in
your American dream
Walking away from this bus
stop
Guatemala will not forget, Mexico can not accept
Standing up with a feeling to
protect
This feeling you have birthed
in me
To move towards you and empty
my pockets of everything
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