Crazy Vato. Six-foot, white skin, blue-eyed Fem slinging his boken. Only thing stopping a Blood or Cript in his tracks is that righteous black beret. Crazy Vato. Reading 500 words per minute while I'm still stuck on the first page. What do you mean - Tucson's not a cow-town unless you define the cows as tourists? Wish I had a whiplash tongue. Crazy Vato. Creamy skin, long slender extremities Hips that rotate to guitars not drums Restricted only by bodies and walls His dance demands a stage his heart an audience. Crazy Vato. Wants a black gerbil - fuck a cage we gotta house. You wanna make milk carton airplanes with GI Joes parachuting out rescuing Barbie from the burning doll house in the hallway? God I'm in love! Crazy Vato. Yeah the world is fucked and children are dying. They wouldn't know an offering or an answer if it came with credit card approval. Crazy Vato. What do you mean --baggy pants-- you're a vato? --skinny undershirt-- You have --black trenchcoat-- fushia hair and --blue bandanna-- freckles ? --cool shades-- --haughty smile-- "you know mannn...-- -Vaato."
Sprinkles of laughter other children fly by smiles frozen in painted time. Parents relinquishing restraints in a haven of painted booths displaying boisterous puppets and dissolving cotton candy. The twirling movement of the statued carousel draws me to its perimeter. Creatures in motionless movement expressing the tempo of boxed music. Animals with tall legs and shapely cropped wooden manes captured for their artistic shades. My eyes search each one for a beckoning sign of kicking and bounding life. The one in the middle swings by pressed for the galloping run. His clean sifted dusky mane stands back from his violet blue eyes his gently firmed body ready to ride. I press my hands cautiously on his creamy glazed hind and lift my body now fashioned in velvet hide. I raise and roll myself onto his custom made saddle clinging to the back of his neck feeling the dew air rush by. I open my eyes with comforting vision to see him rising from my abdomen lagoon. His sighing awe captures my life stream breath and I lose my mind to the continual circular stride.