Fallen from a phantom D.C. 10
On a deserted airport
I entrusted my soul to a gnome
Who juggled under a revolver
Then I took the first tangent
That leads to the cantinas
Where the music becomes arousing
For the dolorous pieta

Pulque, mescal and tequila
Cuba libre and beer
Tonight I will be borracho
Man! Long live Mexico
Borracho! Why not?

On the bus to Cuernavaca
I revise my tenderness for volcanoes
Hotel-casino of the Selva
The sun is lost at sunset
& I drink in company!
Of a specter soaked in strychnine
Welcome señor Malcolm Lowry
Under the caustic & sanguine Moon

Pulque, mescal and tequila
Cuba libre and beer
Tonight I will be borracho
Man! Long live Mexico
Borracho! Why not?

Day of the Dead in Oaxaca
Near tomb number 7
I walk my cavalera
In procession to the toilets
& in the sweetness of the latrines
Far from the clamor of the street
I breathe the alkaline smell
Of expired love

"You cannot live without love"
"You cannot live without love"
Mother's curse
Another Cuba libre
Borracho! Why not?
Back in Tenochtitlan
From the park of Chapultepec
The monkeys throw bananas at me
On Aztec fever slogans
& in my animal sadness
Of an Indian who is drunk and forgotten
I collapse in front of the terminal
Of the buses in Mexico City

Pulque mescal and tequila
Cuba libre and beer
Tonight I am "el borracho"
Man! A 'lost one from Mexico
Borracho! Why not?

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