19 April 2004
31 Spring 01 Moon
48th year of the Space Age

not apo strophe remember 



NO TIJUANA BOMBS


Something always seems somehow apocalyptic
look it up beyond air-cooled and amoeba
beyond little picture of jet airliner
[terror data base weapon choice]

things will never be the same again we mouth and mouthe and bleed

revelation armageddon in row after factory warehouse row
all the plasmascreen horses and plasmascreen men
couldn't put Sony together again
quote - unquote

or, when you are walking, the
cracked cement curbs and tilted sidewalks
make you imagine them using holocaust images "to
create a sustainable, creative and competitive advantage"

heh heh heh all alone in your anti-un-dystopia maquiladora of scribbled words NOT no now it IS

time to go to the next level
type the smell of dust and fresh tacos
hot grilled strips of meat sizzling over the charcoal fire

on the corner

there is no getting around it all that walking makes you hungry
for broken lines and heavy Mexican breakfasts of eggs
served with tortillas, beans and rice

very                                   nice .



The planet seen from space I write I imagine while I am looking at the globe in Spanish JW gave me last Christmas I only now brought it over into Mexico.

On my bedroom end table the last week before I move in with Tere the globe JW gave me four months ago now he is a year older and I am still waxing the sun moon calendar began at the space age of Sputnik 4 October 1957 it was the 12th day of moon and the 12th day of fall

Both combined in my brain doing the math back when I lived in Gaslamp before the new beisbol stadium where Tere's friend Mike (not my cousin) wants to take her to a baseball game but he doesn't want to meet me he never has

oh the plot thickens, eh? HI MICHAEL heh heh it's a good thing I like independent women and how they feel I took a backpack full of books and notebooks over to the new house tonight

as I walked from the bus several blocks along the boulevard I watched all the trucks and cars roaring by on the Bellas Artes and then...

then I found a long, long pedestrian path in dirt (perish the rain thought) leading to the Otay gate (on the east side behind new California Plaza two storey building)

and a few minutes later I saw the house coming into view closer and closer down the street it really is a very pretty house in its Nueva Tijuana street there here but the electricity was out so Tere (I met her there, she drove, long story) and I went over to her place and sat around reading the newspaper and leaning on each other like big dogs mmmmm.

Keep in mind that I am disguising the location but what I said is true.  Ramón meanwhile offered to loan us his van to move our things like beds and sofa and my little refrigerator and what can I say the real person is much more gracious than the exagerated invention I made up horrible landlord no.

but that too mad cackling laughter and roaring devil curses does any body hear me is true was true shall be true even though names have been changed et cet era the best of times the worst

maybe I should write more orderly
maybe I should go revise all the 2-year-old
           tourist writing for updates
maybe I should maybe I should maybe I should
          maybe should I maybe be may april

tell Philip to use pre and /pre tags to take
the edge off of any right hand margin at all
forget it                                           boys

there's nobody here but us chickens and the
coyotes will eat you if you see them out on