I was reading some short stories (some are short-short short stories, one only one sentence long [Cuando despertó, el dinosaurio todavía estaba allí.]-¿ves/see?) by Augusto Monterroso yesterday in a little book I was given three months ago at the literature festival where I made a spectacle of myself (eat looses sum ding inn translation ["When he woke up, the dinosaur was still there.] see/¿ves?) by Augusto Monterroso who quotes (at the beginning of a story called Diógenes también, not el dinosaurio) no, yes.

Monterroso quotes William blake whom he says said (writes wrote): Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

Horroroso espantoso barbaro barbaric shocking horrifying but again another cliché: It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all OR ANOTHER Try try try again if at first you don't succeed BUT as usual we have that bass ackwards base

You know if you study our babble here that both Michael and I have put aside our former careers across the line, in our native empire (yours? republic? democracy? green? greenback?) we have put aside our past to pursue the future ancient dream of poetry that crosses over the line border frontier, to gaze into ancient America from the crossing gate at Tijuana, where the homeland begins beings

Michael was teaching - had almost seven years down in a local high school when he embarrased me by following my dream before I did (so I followed him south, gone south yes we have gone south cliché across the line escape mmmm little gringo run away run away run away ("Monty Python") - and now He is talking about doing that again, except here in Mexico teaching English yes.  I, meanwhile, had plugged away for thirty years as a very petty civil servant, teeny tiny bureaucrat drudge rubber stamper pencil pusher paper shuffler from messenger to typist to law clerk with el procurador de la ciudad pues to word processor to administrative secretary preparing oh-so-important memoranda to and from the city council and city manager and various and sundry burocrazies in federal, city, county and state mmmm-hmmm yes you may wonder why on earth heaven or hell I threw it all away well it wasn't easy but Mikey liked it so I did it yes.

It was easier for my identical cousin.  Michael is much younger, no wife or kids; but I... I threw it all away, job, ex-wife, kid in college.  I haven't told you this but I was also... well, we all are, sooner or later.  Dying.  Dieing.  Don't matter how you spell it, they told me if I kept on working for bureaucrats who jerked me around and demanded I make up my own answers to things they (who made three times what I did) were unwilling to bite the bullllllet bull and answer for themselves (who do you think took all those crank calls and kookoo calls about the Republican convention in 1996 eh?  And then got shit on because I wouldn't cut my hair or wear a suit or be satisfied when the promised promotions vanished into thin air and is it any wonder Donna walked out on you, hmmm?  While you pocketed the autographed gifts from Ted Williams which realllllly belong to the people of the city, not you.... OH FUT THE SHUCK down shut up Danial denial as ever if you or any of your impossible mission... the secretary will disavow any....

I still think i should file a claim but "i" is Not I fortunately for them and poetry, both poETICS and poEMICS is

so there here....
                   a h e m   ¿ where were we ? oh yes, and the woman I hired to replace me wonders WHY after seven, no eight years, She STILL has no promotion, or, as the mayor said, "I think it's time we had Reint Reinders in for a little de-nutting session heheheeee so SO it is NO Wonder at ALL WHY I RAN south yes.  And now, my dear reader friend, you know.  Most of that was true.  There, see, I helped design that & wrote much of this.

sea llevado a cabo o no whether it be made
real or not
            it turns out you don't have to
cross the boder at all, my reading friend who
creates your own meaning here
                              what matters is the
Possibility of crossing
                            over

but some
                                          like Brett
and me
and David
and Michael
and                            have crossed over

and we are
                   p r o m i s c u o u s               i.e. semi-fictional
                    i n     o u r   t h o u g h t
                     or  on  our  page
                      or  in  our
                       "or, on, in"
Prometheus
                    with  our          l i v e r s        ripped
out every night

Pandora with our box/urn hopelessly opened to release upon the world all the



furious curse of being real        and           being not real

like Palestine and IsReal                         if you permit me
                                                     bloody pun