Maya Poems of Isla Mujeres


my first drink off the menu brought mescal and pepper salt

to cracked dry lips

a welcome drink at the guru beach club bar

ah, good, sings a brown-faced jack kerouac diety in a song sung by a black messenger bird

sand seeker suckers at the bar don’t hear jack’s melody

i whistle back

through pineapple passion and lime juice spit

wetting my whistle to share knowledge I know

but not too much

no guru should know too much 

until the time comes to order another cocktail rimmed with

hot pepper salt and a double shot of  

enlightenment that comes served in a big glass