The Mexican army stopped for
sodas
At the Oxxo down the
street
I stood in line behind the
rifles,
Combat boots and body
armor
On a Coca-Cola
downer;
I walked up to the
counter
I bumped my head on the
feet
Of the ceiling, hanging from a
tune;
I purchased a ticket for an
engine
Only to the
moon
9.20.26
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