The dreadful behemoth 

      Escapes the scope of Reason

 We stand on an escarpment 

    Watching an old man with wild hair

Point with both arms toward the east

   The sun is rising

And we have loaded the beasts

   Our presence noted by the local people

  There's no sun in the haze

  And we begin our journey

Toward Antipathy

 Greet your Grifter

         With bows and curtsies

                The devil is in the details

           Parsimony is not a lunch meat

 The seven eleven Tecate sale

      Caused an uproar 

            Signs were hand painted

        Fanny packs were worn

 Sleeping in 

                     The dirty gold mine

       The Mercury does it work

       Slowly and surely

     Don't swim. In a clear lake.

        Toys for the addled

    With archer and bow

       Diana works toward 

        The lights

       The stag moves off 

       Knowing the silent sound of Death

   A bunny hops and looks over its shoulder

     Werner Herzog is filming

 Fresh from 

         nowheresville

       Arms askew 

     Thoughts misplaced 

               Bending time to my convenience

    All eras are present

   There is no past

 Season of the 

Stolen year

     Tried to weather

       With whisky

    And lamb chops

      Tomatoes 

And onions

 Sensed a futile 

Effort

 To rise up

  But NOW

  ITS TIME 

 bLASPHEMED

Barfing

   Calling out the Dogs

       Broken in leather jackets

         Wasps in central cord

         Straying in a Honda two door

    We ate leftover cake with our fingers 

         And played old country tunes

                       As the heat broke our efforts

                           We searched for accommodations

                                 “There! What’s that?”

 

 THE FIERY HEAT

OF THE SAND 

       CRACKED OUR HEELS

       WE STOPPED TO GIVE 

PRAYER TO TECATE 

AND TO DRINK

         NONE PASSED THIS WAY

     YET WE KNEW THE PATH 

  

 HOARY

    IN THE AFTERNOON

             WATCHING 

      SEE THE STEAM

           RISE FROM THE SHELLS

         GREAT BAKED SANDSTORMS

      OF PURPLE IRIDESCENCE 

 WATCH THE FURY

OF THEIR EYES

         AS THE HANDS WAVER

        TECATE SEES

          THE EYES 

THE HANDS

             LAUGH NOW YOU FOOLS

     LAUGH HARD

 

 DREAM

     SWEET 

                   DREAMER

  OF TECATE-

   OF TECATE NIGHTS

        BENEATH SOFT CLOUDS

     AND VELVET MOONS- 

      SWEET 

DREAMER

     OF TECATE 

DREAMS

      BOUND AND CHAINED

     TO SORROW

         A COMPANION

  FOR

 STEADY SIGHS

      SEE THE REST

   SEE THE STANDARD

        GAZE

         OF THE 

DAYS LAST MEMORY

    SING THE TECATE SONG

       FOR THE REST

      SING THE TECATE REFRAIN

        AGAIN 

AND AGAIN

 

TECate 

   sees 

     the disparate elements of

           society

     in the streets 

    of Managua

 TECATE

IS 

    no match

    for his older sister

                            ICE WATERMELON BANANA AND

WHISKEY

     (blended)

 TECATE 

reigns

    LIKE

               the majority on the stairs

  their EYES 

      WATCHING

          like a sunken boat

                        off the coast of Cuba

     

 Later in life 

TECATE TECATE TECATE

     HE STEPS 

          WITH CAUTION

              FOR HIS LEG IS NUMB STROKED

BREATHE

BREATHE 

     WITH TECATE

    LIVE AND LET LIVE

         SWEET WATER OF FORGETFULNESS

         BY THE BY 

          WE SING SWEET HYMNS

            AND STOW OUR DRUGS

               JN CABINETS AWAY FROM HOUSEMATES

 STEP 

STEP

SWEET SORROW OF THE PAST

    STEP TO THE MEMORY TUNE

LIKE NAZIS

  LIKE THE BRILLIANT BOURGEOISIE 

     LIKE THE NUMBING IDIOTS

         YOU CALL CO-WORKERS

BLAZE A FORTUNE

  BLAZE A MISGIVING

    BLAZE A FLAME RETARDANT

GO NOW

WITH THOUGHTS UNEASY

   AND SLEEP A WONDERFUL DISASTROUS DREAM

YEAH RIGHT

 

 I'm just a regular fella living on the edge

         Watching it crater and crack

    The past is a movie

        I'm doing the thing

What's it called 

Oh yeah

Living

 Some authors-

Jean Giono

    Italo Calvino

- I got stuck 

  Larry McMurtry?

     Stewart Home

  Down by the river Fred

   The lost archives of C. Dander Macwhitey

 David Cop-a-Feel (Bush Sr.) 

   Oops wait there's colored fish in the river

Rusty James knows

- Hey Steve!

"I've done nothing for so long I feel nothing"

Of course the arc angels way of dealing 

Was not without its detractors

Bleed for the chorus

    Prometheus stole fire and taught humans 

The arts 

Medicine etc

   For this he was chained to a cliff and later buried alive

I think that's what happened

   Zeus being what he was

 Zeus who wanted to destroy humans

     Where is this going

 Somewhere there's a griffin pulling a chariot

And pining to be back in its home stable 

Poof

 There's no here there

    Where?

      I'm standing here

 Where the wind blows salt in my eyes

         I see stars of aluminum

  Cascading on the legs of young women

     I am entranced and broken 

   In Provence they would lock me up

But here I am a hero

"He drank three pints of whiskey and walked on top of the police car." 

"He cheated on his girlfriend and she bought him a grand piano."

"They say he works eighteen hours a day and drinks the other six."

       

 The carousing

     Ambiguity stepped in a puddle up to his ankle

     "Fuck the kike bastards"

      He lined up a shot in the pool hall and let it fly. 

He was playing a kid named Mohammed who seemed odd. Mohammed didn't shoot well. He kept trying to be nice and funny but he could tell Mohammed was inwardly seething. Finally, he got to the eight ball. He was lining it up when Mohammed leaned over and said  "You're an asshole". He turned his head and looked at Mohammed.

"You're just now figuring that out? 

And he knocked the eight ball in.