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March 08, 2006
the salt flats
residential avenida
where all the flies gather
stuck a rifle in the snow
and shot the corpus christi
straight back to the chrysanthenums
five cans of warm beer
damaged and delivered
as we crooned to the expulsion
of the baying sheep
and the tomatoes and vinegar
that stung the nerves
below my molars
the mouth of the straw lay closed
like the offices that tender the checks
and my porcelain spitoon lies as empty
as the spirit of a destitute wallet
lingering behind the stained glass
delivering the goods
but their aint no handle on my locket
just a bowl
that doesnt smoke
and the rattlesnake cancer
coiled up in my mucus membrane
playing singalong
with all the hits you've taken
riding the mule
alongside the geyser brigade
salt flat pupils
shielded by antiquated Varnets
as cracks in the octagons
fill the shovels towed
by the little men who drive bicycles
across the salton sea
the indian parade
ashambles in the road
an assortment of teeth and frontal lobes
that never formed
linger in purgatory
as the detachment of the lackees
makes the oblivious seem degenerated
in the jeep they took us
out to the ruby lake
my camera made sounds
and the wind stung my face
the wife took all the pleasure
in the view from the shore
as I coughed up stones
and cursed the flamingos for their candor
for the finale
my knees held up the scaffolding
of the dashboard
and the llamas
were left with the noise
and debris
generated by foreign interests
and overpaid folklorists
Posted by Drexler at March 8, 2006 12:48 PM