Saturday, October 2

Ethnic Studies

Waves burst from caves.
Amphibious fellows open windows through space,
observing the multiplicity of movement
in coordination with superbly calculated leaps.

Peering into the western sky
UV rays slice pupils and bloodstreams.
Some live and some die.
Some remain to tell the stories.
Look down, smile, and wave to grandpa.

Do the 19th century Double Dutch with political boundaries,
basking in invented history
Birth, Live, Work, Fight, Kill, Die in YOUR own dust.
Land of Many Uses,
bow beneath the boot.

Put 80% in your pocket and save the rest for never.
Intellectual stimulation giving way to compassion,
swallowed by hunger for self illumination.
I can see you approach from the mountaintop vista of your history,
and I'm here to tell you that it's mine to distribute
in accurately measured 90 degree angular parcels.

Divvied up to Junior, and Sally, but most of all to my grave.
Your disregarded memory stands encoded on my tombstone,
to be deciphered in the presence of hidden memory.

~Circadian Petition



Touch Tone Telephone (indie rock cumbia reggae electro funk) from the El Paso / Cd Juarez border area

independent organizations

Chubby Pencil