there is only one room in Deng Chopin’s bordello: it is divided by a vaporous but stained gauze curtain stained with what only God knows / semen from an onanistic Chicano, bat shit or beer or guacamole it’s impossible to telclass="underline" the tiny Oriental lets the men in invites them to undress and then silently approach the canopied bed, which in turn is wrapped in complicated mosquito netting arranged like theater curtains, without waking up the sleeping woman: she is the sleeping beauty that’s the secret of this celestial house, that there is only one prostitute here and she makes love asleep: asleep? The two gringos laugh and Deng Chopin closes his eyes significantly and invitingly: asleep and the two soldiers nudge each other and laugh finally Nat what we always wanted none of these pigs let us listen Macho Nacho making love at the same time you from the front and me from the rear then we trade places why not smiles Deng Chopin: only in Caldel can you carry out your illusions he invites them to undress and take off their backpacks ah no laugh Nat and Macho Nacho never, we can be naked but we never give up our BACKPACK NUKES even for a second they laugh but don’t you worry now Chink man, the only rockets that be gonna go off here are when my buddy and I come inside your sleepin’ beauty they cackle Deng Chopin fans himself doesn’t laugh only raises his eyebrows and goes back to his rocker on the main street of Villa Cardeclass="underline" Now Entering Little Saigon
they told me there wouldn’t be any killing! exclaims Professor Gingerich they recruited me to help the cause of peace to avoid a war between the United States and Mexico I got out of the Acapulco catastrophe and they told me in the U.S. Embassy that the way to work for peace was to do some intelligence investigation in Veracruz the alternative? we send you to Texas to work on the border I’m a professor in Dartmouth College it doesn’t matter it says here that you’re a Texan it doesn’t matter where you work but where you’re from as far as repatriation is concerned Professor Gingerich the honorable way out of this fix is an intelligence mission in Veracruz our reward to you will be to send you back to Dartmouth College where Christmases are indeed white and the mountains are green and the summers are as slow and hot as deep lakes and the pale dahlias and yellow jasmines flower: don’t worry Professor there won’t be any killing it’s a reconnaissance-intelligence mission: we’ve got to find a reason, Professor Gingerich: why are we in Veracruz? Reverend Royall Payne gets into his black helicopter, which is like a spider a caterpillar a hidden diamond a diabolical crown the devil’s cloven hooves the anus of the vampire as black as the night of the day in which the sun set in the east and the cats closed their eyes and the dogs did not dare to bark / the Reverend gets into his Apache attack helicopter, which he learned to fly on direct orders from President Rambold Ranger who told him: “Royall, you are God’s co-pilot. If I weren’t here, you would make the Big Decision in my place”: the President personally gave him this marvelous apparatus, which can fly at 327 miles per hour for six consecutive hours at thirty thousand feet detecting and calibrating the distance to every aircraft that comes within three hundred miles: capable of locating more than 250 targets and making thirty air interceptions: but the most beautiful aspect of Royall Payne’s chopper is its rotodome, the disk that holds the radar and radio antennas of the craft with a range that duplicates that of the most advanced systems currently known — it looks like a white emblem mounted on top of the helicopter and thinking about the decals stamped with the death’s-head and the anxious difference between stamping the skull on the name of Mexico and adding the address of the newest decaclass="underline" CANADA NEXT COLOMBIA NEXT TRINIDAD NEXT said Royall Payne, who had decided in that instant to speak to the world through the microphone of his trusty Apache broadcasting his message of war and salvation with each steel pulse of the blades of his helicopter blades that shine like the shining blades that every six hours shave the shining cheeks of the man of steel the Priest of Death striking fear into the air of the old Totonaca cemeteries bending the trunks of the palm trees beating the zinc roofs against the cardboard walls shortening the life of the CAT HUTS, which are already on the point of disintegration: someday you’ll thank me the Reverend whines as if in a stellar sermon but the voice from the radio says don’t come back Roy go back to your base no roars Reverend Royall someday you’ll thank me he shouted in pain biting his hands on which was tattooed
DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR
but the voice from the radio a distant faggy voice paid by the reds an anti-American insolent Massachusetts voice Roy don’t forget that we are only here to protect the oil supply we do what we have to do we follow orders Roy we apply the instructions of the CIA pamphlet we try to neutralize all Mexicans within a radius of ten miles around Villa Cardel and the banks of the Chachalacas but we cannot go any farther there is an agreement with the Mexican government not to go any farther you can’t launch your missiles against Mexico City not even against Jalapa Roy: pay attention to the Gulf of Campeche Resolution! Then we’re involved in the same old thing we won’t win this war either! shouted the preacher, his hands bleeding bitten by his own teeth don’t be stupid Roy remember that this little war is only a media event an informative show covered by TV and the press to prove to the world but above all to ourselves that we really are macho and it’s also being staged so that the Mexican government can prove to its people that they have to unite in order to defend this shitty country it’s important for both of us don’t forget that what are you going to do Roy where are you going Roy Roy! don’t forget how the script goes don’t do anything weird remember that at the end we’re going to say we won the war then we get out we win and we get out Roy don’t forget that everything’s already set WE WIN AND WE GET OUT ROY!
A river appears in the middle of the night it flows luminous and slow like a caress a distant guitar is heard and Will Gingerich wonders why all this makes him afraid Christopher don’t you ever feel terror amid the placental pleasures and protection of your mother Angeles’s womb?
She doesn’t move Nat told Macho Nacho the chink told you that she’s asleep go on open the curtain Nat one mosquito net after another sure so she can sleep in peace but if my black dingaling doesn’t wake her up I don’t know how yours will better measure mine why do you black guys always think that God gave you bigger bananas than anybody else? okay set her up so we can have some fun with you in front and me in back then we switch listen look at her lift up her legs and look at her she’s not very young see around here who cares if they’re young or old the important thing is a piece of ass forget if it’s young or old Macho it isn’t that her legs weigh a lot heavy sleep Nat try to turn her over I’m telling you she weighs a ton the equivalent of 250 tons of TNT
BACKPACK NUKE
FRONT-ROW DICK
NEVER LEAVE HOME WITHOUT THEM
and her arms are real stiff let’s see these marble tits frozen spread her legs and what about her ass? frozen too frozen and locked tighter than a safety-deposit box at Chase Manhattan Bank stick your finger in it doesn’t go in Nat this ass is a dry CAT BOX! no one’s gone through there in a hundred years and what about behind? BACK DOOR! something’s going on back here and the face what’s it like Harry made of porcelain it looks like a doll’s face made of Chinese porcelain it’s pretty but it’s old white real white with closed eyes powdered and with red hair touch her hair Nat do it for me I’m looking down here Nat it isn’t hair it’s a wig what the fuck it slipped off there’s a liquid running out her ears what’s she got in her nose cotton wads holy shit Harry what she’s got running down her ass stinks like hell like disinfectant it smells like formaldehyde holy shit she just now opened her eyes Macho Nacho but she isn’t moving them they’re made of glass holy papaya this bitch is sick Nat this bitch’s got something wrong with her this bitch is dead don’t be a moron this fucking bitch is spoiled cold cuts don’t shout like that Macho for the sake of Luis Rafael I beg you Sánchez don’t make such a racket that’s right be careful watch out what you’re doing don’t clench your teeth don’t clench fists don’t move your BACKPACK NUKE like that if you pull on that string shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit