somos bandidos

These diesel fumes
are omnipresent
like these hands
that drum for progress.
The curtain call
is not enough
to make the
heartbeats soar.
Restrain, good-natured,
discourse and
light up the night
with your fire.
I’m a ventriloquist
now and the stand
comes around where
I smile, shake my head
and unwind.
The phone never
stops ringing,
in the sweaty haste
I’m bringing.
We’re Gods and we
stand for