mex mix

down cicero and hiding
in pot holes and
kicked up concrete;
the sun is still out,
but cowarding behind
buidlings tall enough to stand its test
and from shadows i almost run over
a group of 14-year old girls
wearing belly shirts and
had stomaches
too large for their clothing size.
in the air, sewers fucked it all up
and cried against a
half off perfume shop
displaying bright neon sale signs
that on the opposite side read,
"GOD DOES NOT EXIST!".
a far cry from proof
and a little too bright
to be taken seriously,
but noted.