AZTEC DREAM

One Shot Wednesday

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.