It is all green —

listen to me:

 

see that explosion of cloud & leopard

of rebel dove & desolate wheels on the zapped corner

you can sew it in  — here with

 

                                                                                                                               60's Buttons &

paisley patch & an asparagus wig from Ginsberg's supermarket

remember Whitman in there? That's him

call the crimson bull decorated in moon love & jasmine & afternoon clocks

call please you must do it you must do it now you must

see this see this in La Plaza of Viges where Mama Rumba was born

 

& her castanets of future sands & revolutionaries delirious

on the Río Grande Valley border escape ladders

& her belly timing the cosmos of Blacks & Spaniards so

 

we are here now               Federico

we are scrubbing the ancient palaces with

your angels of celery your neon-neon heads ragged in Afro-Cubanismo

in Afro-Urban-Hip-Hop chekere bead

 

put it here smear it there

paste it out crawl into it & fold up the falling

with your ecstasy bodies of lily-shaped horns & daybreak blood