Nogales

fast food parking lot, a
border town, a satin lavender
angel sits in a welded metal
meadow and calls me back
a thousand lives, where violet
arms of warrior trees stood
tall and noxious fumes of
shiny boxes still alien to this
chalice of flowered lilac buds, left space
horn ends moment, I am this life and this
man is trying to sell me
zapatos on this street where I saw a child
pissing, just pissing on a street corner
while all these; Chiclets and tequilas and suns
and drums all are screaming my name at once
i answer to them all: let me drink from all of your
poisons and wear your sombreros and salsa through
these gringo-mall alleys
but let me sit near this purple poppy
and sit in my past for a bit
before you put a sol in this
palm and steal dollars from my
pockets, before you take
me to you house and sell me cocaine
and then ask me why I came?
i came to see this tree
or something of the sort to give
me some kind of familiar
sense that somehow, some way
too much beauty escaped from somewhere
and licked this tree to
angelic amethyst glory

while these border streets kindly whistle
for a change

Summer 23

driving. painting fresh powder highway
brushstrokes of tread
light-speed vortex of sky
flakes settle on windshield

laying. mid-day sun
hits face. rooster calls me
awake. warm sun on warm face.
warm face on warm you.

driving again. mad song,
anxious air. calm you.
lost in a box, on pavement
in the small of your neck

almost asleep. down feathers
on bare skin. night laughs
between loving lips-
locked. bodies.
hearts. in Slumber.

Summer 11

city lights gleam with the idyllic epitome of some american dream
follow your heart; follow some dream
it would seem
i would deem
the alluring gleam
the enthralling beam
as empty
absent of a filling

not even
a light cream

keep this quiet

america! america!
let me breathe one second , just enough to write a page
let me lament all your martyrs and saints, piss on their graves
let me kiss your toxic-plastic imitation of perfection
and watch my tongue succumb to violent fits of fear and rage

america! america! gobble up staged elections!
inhale them with a big mac and an apple pie
apple pie with chemically altered genes
that have also been taught not to see
even your apples believe your lies,
america

4,000

It doesn't seem so long since that September morning
When the world turned on its axis-

In his new book-Greenspan said
"This war is largely about oil"
We knew this years ago, yet
The words still burn ears
buried six feet under-
riddled with shrapnel
soaked in gasoline

-and you know what I mean
These fathers, brothers, sisters, mothers-
These soldiers of black gold
voices drowned in tar and blood.

If Greenspan can say why
Then I must ask how-
SIDELINED APATHETIC BRAIN DEAD YOUTH-
STAND UP AND SAVE YOUR BROTHERS!

Mr. Greenspan said
that this war is saving us money
he said "$65 a barrel instead of $140"
That's this wars equation
Now we sit at $104,
oil's battered whore
and the price of a soldier?
$36???

They are worth more than dead extracted-compacted carbon
these soldiers breathe-
carbon that walks, thinks and feels-

living carbon that dies for black gold

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