i

don't

teach

english (language of)

rather

i

teach

(language of) anguish

FAST FOOD CRACK

fast food crack, instant freebase, kerosene
bob said his analysis showed
one part cocaine, one part synthetic heroin (unwashed and
therefore toxic)
one part pcp, one part procaine, one part
kerosene
for that explosion in the brain
the brother said
high on TV

"chemical warfare against the masses"

neuro toxins in a gas-like vapor

all the pleasure centers in the brain

saying goodbye at once

every good memory experienced

for one last time

to seek forever

POSTMODERN WARFARE

DIS-INFORMATION ON A 24 HOUR LOOP

500,000 RENT-A-COPS       A DARK THEATER

THE DISTANT WAR THAT WILL NEVER END

THE CHICKENS HAVE COME HOME TO ROOST

THE WOLF IS IN THE HOUSE

4TH OF JULY

Laundromat
Health food store
Drive-in-Movie
Freeway     river    mountain
Skies of fire blue
                         twilight's last light

This is what America is to me

O laundromat
With your clean odors
Clothes, hot water swirling soapsuds bubbles
                    --- on 4th of July

O doughnut shop
With rows of tasty zeros
                    --- on 4th of July

O quiet happy hippy mountainous Boulder, Colorado
Meditating above the treeline
                    --- on 4th of July

When there's nowhere else to go
Staring into night on the highway
A yellow incandescent name in red
Someone you'd never know, but a place to go,
Brown formica for the elbows, a big menu to hide behind
A hot chocolate machine or the floating coffee Pyrex to stare at
Busy uniforms dealing with urgent local hunger and thirst
And some guy who belongs nowhere steady on the stool,
For where the traffic stops and the trucks bellow
Outside prefab plastic picture window gas station fluorescence
White light and glass reflecting inside and out
Random appetites gathered in the night.

PERCY SLEDGE IN SOUTH AFRICA

In the Capetown bar & grill

"When A Man Loves A Woman"

Plays from the gold and chrome jukebox

Percy Sledge

will give up all his comforts

and sleep out

in the rain

Stayed late.    Was late.    There was a prize,    a prize for the man who
toiled late into the night.
The lamp throwing light on his down turned head.
Working at his table "it's like a prayer" he thought
"supplication to a god, an intelligence, a spirit --- something."
He heard the night. The wind a heavy moan,
as if high in the air,     the buffeting of force against space,
against   concrete pillars.

"Let truth show itself and good come to me."

The Ibis indicates that eternal vigilance is necessary   if physical
limitations are to be surmounted.