in my dreams there are aliens, and SUV's,
and great pools of water.
and sometimes in the corner of my eye
one atom sparks
on its stay on the continue,
the nowhere zone.
we wait for Jesus to storm in
at the speed of light with a machete in hand.
and if he did. I'd escort myself out
as my grandmother did, as my mother does,
under the fuzz of deep prayer.
sure, that time is not yet full.
the sun is a great big lymph node in the sky
and i am the seeds inside the groin of
a cantaloupe, or a green pepper.
who will grab my mother by the waist
and rip out her womb? SNAP!
and cut, dice it up.
who will pick, with what tongs, for what reason?
the fruit that i am stuck to?
where will i land?
on the floor or in your mouth?
// 'binary numbers like drums around a fire' by my dear friend kristian rodriguez. been reading through my old journals lately and found this page from verbal seduction taped in. i feel lucky to have connected with a lot of people in my life, people whom i know that our meeting was blessed - kristian was/is one of these people. he is now in colorado working on a farm + i miss him.
