In This Bar
In this bar
are twelve screens
that I can see
but there are more
I know
A Mexican
with a leather face
and a cowboy hat
walks in
coming from the Before
he shakes cosmic dust
off his cowboy boots
and orders a Michelada
he takes his drink
considers worries forgotten
walks around the corner
to where there are more screens
and the After
the brown-haired
jiggle-butt server
in leggings
transcends space-time
Before Now After
Seen and Unseen
with such ease
crouches, spreads
squirts tecate light
into the mouths
of desperate white cops
Our Lady of...
guides me to a plate
prehistoric salamander
tomatillo salsa
and explains
Order and Disorder