Mexico City Blues

AZTEC BLUES

“A kek Horrac”

I hear in the Aztec Night

Of Mystery

Where the Plateau Moon

With Moon Citlapol

Over the dobe roofs

Of Heroé Mexico

How solid our ignorance –

how empty our substance

and the conscience

keeps bleeding

and decay is slow –

children grow.

Forgive everyone for yr own sins

the nets of summer destiny

the rest of my life
but do it
and the rest of my life
to do it”

I’m an idealist
who has outgrown
my idealism
I have nothing to do

The sound in your mind
is the first sound
that you could sing

A great musician and a great
creator of forms
That ultimately find expression
In mores and what have you.

A sinner may go to Heaven
by serving God as a sinner

Dead and dont know it,
Living and do.
The living have a dead idea.
A person is a living idea;
after death, a dead idea.