Zacatecas

They call me the butcher
because I bring the meat.

An enfiladed enchilada,
a psychonaut in fraught Chihuahua.

Lost in the south of the desert.
Who will bring the dessert?
Or shall we suck upon
these small spineless cacti?
I see you winking from
the corner of my thigh.

Tribal beats are pounding,
a-rounding off the evening.

High octane dynamo.
Nightclubbing buffalo.

😈 B.R. 26/11/2016 😈

Man, those tribal beats! A still from Altered States (1980), directed by Ken Russell.