My impressions of San Cris

the quickness, skating slides down cobbled streets,
mashed meat meets taxis in narrow streets
and the people stare and point, laugh and mutter
as wheels stutt-stutter avoiding gutters and cracks
and gringo sized holes

a shanty, scantily clad construction sites
never seen by inspectors' eyes
regulation-free paradise, jungle tangle, warren
stoop, step, shimmy. looking for the crowded bench
beckoning aromas, and overwhelming condiments

exotics, commerce languages commence
under blue tarp tents
the colorful pyramids and bulging sacks
a square block with stacks of food
pursuit of life's facts

gone are murals of revolutionaries, past and present
simple names in bubble letters, are rivaled by popular demands
free the political press, stop oppression in oaxaca,
support the national socialist front
and stunning stencils smatter streetcorners, elegant and expressive

by Nico