from 29.1.7

just want to get in and out
of downtown

wanted to make one-way streets
the 50s

from 31.1.7

20 traffic accidents, 5 badly
wounded people, one house burnt
down, and various power outages

the price of your typical winter
rain in Tijuana

nothing catastrophic, no, only
typical

California liquid winter
sunshine

ayer yester-day
was yes

ADDICT 1.0


outside the big-box store something
seems the same always

generalized generica the Chinese lady
with her bag of carry-out

eyeing me middle-aged from her
middle kingdom face

what's that fat old white boy doing
now scribble scribble .

The Mexican man smokes a cigarette
next to me

I enjoy it second-
hand, yes

---

TODAY


there's a whistle in the street
someone selling something

Mexico

the Aztecs and the Maya must have
all been the same

burdens walking the pathways, roads
between homes

and towns

or is this only medieval European
fantasy

this itinerant tinker and vendor
from a past we

gringo anglos have forgot-
ten

toes gone long ago
no

history need apply only
dream
			this
everyday truth :

	"  ¡  E l o t e s  !  "

fingers  wind  lips  noise  art

---

the poets of no-place, los poetas de no-lugar
speak and read;

papers in their hand, microphone

at their lips

I am in heaven

listen, man

I am in heaven

it rains in Cacaxtla

Paty says

and
then there are five or six others

I will go home happy late at night
trying to write this tomorrow
with my

Polynesian record
on

Hawaiian singing its magic rhythm

there is nothing
like

language

fingers wind lips noise art

---

Amen. Goodbye.

or well... goodbye for now at least