Mayan Blues

Posted: August 27, 2013 in literature, poetry
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Mayan Blues Final

                                                                                       Mayan Blues Final by Rod C. Stryker

The sixty-five
parables of depression
are stamped on my forehead,

down my cheeks,
splash, stain and play
among the cotton
threads of
my white shirt,

drive my resentment
through to Mexico
and stop long enough
to pick up

amongst the cactus.

A motley group,
we pay fares and bribes

until our arrival
at misty temples
and dejected fables


sacrifice and Mayan priests
joking of mass murder
and temperate weather patterns.


Rod C. Stryker

This poem and art photograph was published in Lucid Affairs (Sun Arts Press). If you’d like to get a copy, click here:


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