poem

cocaine tunes
growler and a hurricane,
all my weeds' drowned
can't stop this pacing round

fiddle singing and snifflin'
crick in my neck and the bridge is out,
I turn the lights off; on again
chin sweaty feet itchy

somewhere in South America
I see a forest lady singing,
whistling with the jungle birds
I'm twirling round

eating small mammals
in a red-techno-sweat cafe,
two beers and two mangoes
bananas to-go

rain in the trees for breakfast
I'm desert riding lunch,
I'll look down with dinner
from high in the Andean sky

Iquique

good friday sunset
pacific sandcliffs climbed
Cerro del Cru
arms spread wide

Chilean walmarts
bread and unripe avocados
hightide, lowtide and a quiet circus
after-dark stealth camp

bonfire wine and seafood stew
and so many pretty girls
I damn my spanish ability
cocaine friend, "meet my father for dinner"

waking up on the beach
with figetting crackheads
and a sleeping street performer
Iquique Chile

I need to shit
from my bunch-of-bananas diet
I leave my belongings with my neighbors
and make for the department store

10 AM hot sand, rats on the rocks
I stand-up my new friends family
break for a taxi con ceviche
sea lion mascot for the navy

bus station stadium
trinket sellers with a pimp
I'm getting the hell out of town
8 hours and I'll be in Antofagasta by Easter