Flight of Quetzalcoatl

stones in the heavens which do not migrate but crumble down to the earth. cortez crumbling...crumbling futher down. playing dice on the street corner with all the other half shaded stone icons. mother mary in the summer heat melts in a red dress of wax across the square cobbled plaza.. quicker than a soul flight burning radon red, the plumed serpent god flies over tin metal and cardboard canopies. with his passport in his back pocket he heads north searching for a little luck. i saw him once you know, he was standing very still on one leg in a small garden outside a trailor park in woodland washington. he came in the year of an el-nino and landed next to a two tone painted el camino. the sun glissened off of the two of them in a fantastic brilliance. return of the dorsoflexion criss crossed sun. return of the meso-mythic pinnicle..