In an Aztec dream
we rode on a jungle wave,
did a double whammy
on a conga drum,
boomeranged to the boogie beat
of a hot marimba band
on a one night stand--
me and you
in the skunk funk
and the swamp goo.
In an Aztec dream
we climbed the Pyramid of the Moon,
you in your white negligee,
me with just a baseball cap
and my dangling
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Ever the martyr,
you were offering yourself
to save the world
from massive drought
with that familiar pout.
In an Aztec dream
the wind was quiet
as the moon...
blue shadows fell
across your smile
as we ascended to the top
where the high priest waited--
his black eyes intent
upon some distant massacre.
(He was a postal worker
who only moonlighted as a high priest,
making his own supreme sacrifice
by working on Columbus day.)
In an Aztec dream
he took one look at you and said:
Sorry...we're only sacrificing VIRGINS today!
You caught me sniggering,
then slugged me in the gut,
and stormed down
those ancient steps
in that way
that you always do.
