Grime and grease
sweat from the machines
I served
I filled myself with
magical herbs and
potions
became a hero
in my country and
travelled
a broad with
tight pants and
perfume
filled my nose
running and suffering
for her closeness and
curiosity and
confidence and
cooperation
She cleansed me
of my doubt,
promised me a slice,
a glimpse at her paradise
and she flew,
by god she flew
me to her cloud and smiled
as I opened my eyes wide
and my mouth
offered her an amusing place
to probe and
tease and
she lifted me like a thimble
gaping and
new and
hard then
threw me at desperados
lighting tiendas and
mercados
with peccadillos red hot,
random and
available
so in this way
I became a hero
projected from lady
liberty and
the rim of my sanity
caved like a caldera
of sin