Mexican beaches
whiter than white
sprawled like a fat Cubano chick
with her eyes on my wallet and her heart ready for anything
I told Negroponte it was a good idea
we'd loot the bitch and turn her belly up for
The Pioneers
big handshakes all around
blood in and blood out
it seems to be going around
looks like everyone you can push around
has to take your dick
man
woman
child
it don't matter
they're going down
Lansky had the right idea
but it was a smaller scene
hot latin asses
cold white minds
endless stretching oasis
of callipygian fantasy
undulate
shimmer
truck farm the world
I'll plow your north forty with every beggar boy and girl;
lazier that Gunga Din
one gigantic reservation of people that can't come in
some kind of issue to occupy the common mind
those fuckers want our freedom
which would mean they think we
have
what?
I love it on the rooftops
pissing and throwing shit
look at the savages scramble for it
It reminds me of something
from a long time ago
something
(worries the corner of his mouth)
something...
I don't know
must have been a long time ago
borders arbitrary and changing like a sidewinder tracks
through the Arizona desert
wind takes care of that
wind rain
come and come again
sooner or later
.... why... I....
uh....
huh?
cold breeze at the nape of the neck
Patrick Willis narrates:
The road to glory
the road to heaven's gate begins
here on the dusty streets of this temporary
world
How few they are who
set forth in this
darkness and are not distracted in
their certitude of light
this miracle of faith this
breaking dawn within that will not
be diminished or
extinguished by
the false light of this world
how grateful am I
for the magnitude of
you across the centuries of time
your story cuts into my central core and
reminds me of the way you walked and the
land into which you came and the steadfast watch
you give at the door where you in timeless awaiting
for my tardy footsteps to arrive
however inconsistent I
may be
however held for a lifetime in the
thrall of false adventure and
the silly passions of whatever
impersonating flower in momentary bloom
one
day
I will come out of this realm and pass
through the wheel of fire
out of the burning worlds and
horned masters of my frail and wounded heart-
the bas relief of hard resisting mask
the
overlay upon overlay upon the eternal
blinding light that shall as an
orphan come home at last
Patrick Willis narrates:
