The Lord your God will send them away by force, driving them out before you; and you are to take their land for your heritage, as the Lord your God said to you.
– Basic English Bible
Andy grabbed his clothed penis without intention
The Captain announcing turbulence far above the cactus ants
of Pipe Monument
“Hello?” The attendant crouched in. “How high are we?”
Attendant falls back and suffers a concussion,
Her purse stolen and acrobats of cold creek stagings,
a comment online fades into 1’s
Andy slept nonetheless,
dreaming:
Yahweh perusing the Krishnamurti rest areas
of God okay the
will a Brahman Chicano
them slow living expanding focus
from wee morning benches on zocalos
you ordered the carnitas and brain
drive to black light pueblo worth the trapeze
from cranial roundabouts
of rubber and
sight and oh how the Big Hunters
shall write back with ash and breeze
their fading lack of freak moss
as ferns unfurl
your sunny eyes
spoke to the sun
to The Sun