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February 14, 2006
the spirits
california is peeling
into the size of mexico
and even I
am having trouble
my lips
flaking off
you see
I wouldnt pay the indians beneath the felt hats
a fee
for wearing out my soles
and the spirits were taking notes
they were dredging the lake
for repercussions
and so
we were ultra violated
the sun dial was set to 375 degrees
the lakefront breeze turned to gravel
and six hours later
we were
non refundable
even the mosquitos had their way
once they found us
a few days later
wandering inside the graveyard
peering into open caskets
and soda can vases
filled with dying stalks
a couple days
after the boat
the bus
and the mudslides
we put some gunk on my lip
that reminded me of
conductant
it helped the soup go down
without any additional scarring
and left me feeling
mentholated
there was a cat
crying inside a locked sack
and french magazines
lingering from the 70's
in a mansion off the plaza
we had pizza and chocolate bars
in the torture chamber cum tv room
on couches that moaned and maintained
while we watched a 50 centavo film
that I couldnt translate
back into its native tongue
the indians wouldnt sell me the answer
in the markets that they store
so I climbed up to the virgin territories
and slowly speak and spelled
my way
into a large bottle of Singani
back in front of the backgammon board
I was pitching dice into the fireplace
pouring glass after glass
between my charred lips
wishing well to the spirits
that burn a different torch
that those on the island
of the sun
Posted by Drexler at February 14, 2006 01:01 PM