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The sound of ten toes cracking

With their tires moving thru the rain
I won’t be the one who says you can
You know that your knife’s getting weak
Boy getting weak in your hands
To Beercan island with those old tires moving thru the rain
Into the parking lots of unsuspecting condos

sometimes running on the pavement to the beach
Where shiny new shoes and hammerhead sharks on wheels
wouldn’t dare past a swoop
but we would with our barefeet moving through
the white sand beach between our toes in the night 
Where dreams should have been glowing
there were other ones between our lips
Like little blue stars of the oceans living swirl
in the dark waves lapped the shore of everything was
In the night with our toes moving through the wet sand
We called it Russia like when we were all
over each other by the bonfire it was snow
between the trees growing up from it like a warm forest
where we joined fueled by whatever stars we could fit
in our packs and find by the fire lit
that night glowing galactic & jealous
Living liquid like the ocean into both of you
lapped up the shore glowing
Let’s leave this world tonight
 That aint right
         Yes it is
         Yes it is
         Yes it is

 ‘Cause honestly
I’d rather just wear my blue hoodie
& my underwear I’d rather just
          yes the glowing world tonight
                  sitting there smoking a blunt
             & having an orgasm
                                                      I’m one of
                                           the last poets
                                                ever to live



Jingo the projector

                  What are you gonna do
                          when no one likes you

  I wanna know

             What’s the difference
       between a chem and some lead


  A lie and the truth


  We see you
from the other side
   we turn our heads
          and let you die


                         It looks so right
               giftwrapped in a need
                             to do something

                Doesn’t it—

      Those bombs of love and freedom


Two double zeros

   When the curiosity
    runs dry a canyon
     of rugburns the vein

     and the chrysalism
    seeps straight out
   of the bleeding mud

  he closes his eyes—he
   blinks in wait—

   When the desire
    wilts a sunk cave
     of nails the sporing

     and the disgust
    stalactites from
   the lips of the yolk

  he breathes to the fulcrum—he
   feels his heartrate drop—

   When the boredom
    molds over a meadow
     of buttons for you

     and the infliction
   brands searing
  the wettable turquoise

  he sinks with the tone—he
   pulses again—

   When the love
    rots inside a pumpkin
     of stairways for legs

     and the lust
    spurts out of
   the test tube tongue

  he doesn’t remember—he
   doesn’t forget—


The elephant woke up in Mexico

When they built the wall
all they had to do was dig tunnels

They did it so damn well
the Israeli and Palestinians took note
on the other side of the earth


Ten years ago they took the moneys
out of the banks

A silent protest
heard around the world

You remember
the recession

The only liquid capital they had
was laundered and withdrawn

They called it a crisis
like they did when they sold
all the junkies into their scriptwritten plunges

What do you think happened
in those ten years down there

Over a hundred thousand dead

The sinaloa not taken down
but allowed to grow—
coaxed & cultivated
building tanks—laying lateral waste
to everything in opposition
until hijacked

Parade Shorty’s head around the village
like you actually made an impact

You ever wonder why the sewers
in Tijuana fail this time of year

Why the beaches in San Diego are closed

How there’s always a house
connecting another house 
already beneath the wall 
to keep us in

Sunglasses at the racetrack in Kentucky

They say all forces
coerce in pairs

Like our appetite
and their unmarked graves

Como prohibiciĆ³n
y plata o plomo

Desaparecido

Round ’em up boys
you gotta earn your marks
you gotta get somethin’
to write home about

The only reason
you would deport
an underlying driving force
of our economy
is to disrupt it
and that makes you
for a whole new reason
our sworn enemies


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                  it would be possible


      to create a crystal


                          breaking an equivalent symmetry
                  in time the same way
     that a crystal breaks
symmetry in space
—he thought

mulling over—musing—

turning fresh pages just to hear it—

feel the nice folds go out of and into their place

                   the first time it was theorized

we ate them like eggs from the rooftops


          Higgs’ hairy hand
reached out of whiteout
                conditions to give up
         this punctured spacesuit of alarm bells
  you could touch into a warm mute

                  the time regularity
would be somehow dormant
                         hidden from view like a dragnet
                                               adding a little energy
                                                       would unveil its

                                  hyperspace

this solved the paradox of perpetual motion
                     (see you tonight)


For Teri

You don’t have to do anything 

but scream

and keep screaming

breathe in the stillness

and do it again tomorrow

or the next day

we hear you

even here in the pines where no one

hears nothing

maybe not quite like Guadalajara

I wonder, have you realized yet

what the pigs head whispered

in return to your lips?

Who was your godface that night the stars

milked themselves a silver coyote 

stood watching behind the saguaro 

out of the blood that stained your dress

the same color of the shirt of the man who 

tried to take us away somewhere 

I wonder if I’d have heard you

lounging your tongue in the air

for the ones still down there

You want to use your voice for your people

I think it’s all of us that need it

inside of them like it’s inside of you the way

it meets you at the crossroads burning water

in the middle of the night we put it on

like a mask that we can never take off

it sinks into the skin like the sweat off your legs

when you’re feeling nervous and human




The words

Erowid used to be this vault of intangible mystery


I don’t know how many reports I read
before I took things into my own hands

I was young, yeah
just 14

I was old—

Huichol kids were no strangers
to the small buttons in the sand

the babes of the Shipibo
drinking little cups of aya
before they were born—
breastfed and initiated—

old still—
compared to the coming of age
of the Bwiti—


I didn’t know what I was but

falsely prohibited—

I knew I had to know

Sitting in Tony’s dumpy backyard
on a busted ass couch
his loose mohawk a veil of fat

You have to keep the lighter on it
You have to hold it in for a long time
Hit it again
It’s not working, this shit is fucking bunk

We had no idea what we were in for
and I was the only one that did it right
I took these huge lungfulls
out of one of those old green acrylic bongs
until I thought I could see music notes
where their voices were
and everything went bright sky blue
I was floating
in front of a burning fireball star
we were the only things
in existence

there were two long black lines
thinning into a point on the horizon
of the blinding surface of the sun
smoldering—
connecting whatever I was
to whatever it was—
I could see white things
racing
up and down it
like a highway

they were symbols,
no—they were
words