Tag: Desert

OCD

 

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Be warned,

there is something

in the woods

unheard of,

guns loaded,

unborn.

 

Ritualistic death

among the

Ayahuasca.

 

I went there

to save you

from burning

and was

buried alive.

 

 

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Alamogordo

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(For Susan, Timothy, Sharon, and Steven)

At each phrase,
a gilt,
almost baptismal,
the way
wasps burn
ololiuqui moths
gold.

Before her death,
my grandmother gave me
a turquoise ring,
translating me
unrecognizable.

The advancement of those stars
were never meant
to be deciphered.

In the etched hieroglyphs
of humanity’s dead heroes,
some fated coincidence
collapses the ecliptic,
Oceana shrieking the
parable
of God’s eye.

Copyright 2014

Presumed Extinct

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Desert ravens cawed and scattered
in a wide clockwork opening from
the sudden force it took
for that dream to beat again.

It dangled awkwardly
from an old saguaro.

Coyotes prowl
peyote clouds,
a shamanist howl,
a catacylsmic
fortune-telling
of such events.

Cicadas and mothers
follow Ocotillos brush
to the Last Judgment.

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