I need to wash my brain clean
Tear it out of my head!
Locked in my cranium
-I need to wash with the rocks and dirt and dust and dried sinew of Death Valley
Cleanse -
with the mierda of the desert
Igneous, Permian, some other old geography period
- Shedding blood
Saguaro Teotihuacan
Mount poisin
Mt Oipian
Mt Pipian
Pumpkin seed mole
Ayuahasca of Don Cuco
In the dark cool cathedral
Sweeping leaves
Sweeping bugs and paper
as girls run and laugh
Sweeping diamonds dripping
From the iguanas eyes
The donkeys of the desert
Catch phrases-
To time to match
The eyes of brown woman
Burnt and Loveless
In her neglect
In her negligee
In her bath
Of cactus spines
And iguana eyes
Don Pedro knows
Nothing
He does not talk
His face blotchy
The skin looks peeled
He makes taquitos of mule
Enchiladas of peeled snake meat
Corn churros
With lime and salt and sugar
He stands on the corner
At the top of the hill
In Gringo Gulch
Piles of garbage in the old empty lot
lemon peels
behind him
NO TIRA LA BASURA ANTES DE OCHO
says the sign
But it is ignored
The cobblestones wait
For an old truck
Or the water man
Or gas man
Yelling
"GAZ GAZ GAZ"
shed your eyes
Little one
Cast the dirt
On school uniforms and shouts
Until lunch