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