through the rough vein
let the malady flow
like the orphaned
from a runaway home
we can’t abandon
where we hear no welcome
for we are stranded
by our tightening hold
where we stand
only subtracts
from the cover we need
to keep moving
the opinions pillaged
without fingerprints
even as we looked
all the books were cooked
that to which we cling
loses meaning
we are foreign in our homes
we are banished now to roam
where the heart beats
only out of tempo
with the fixed speeds
of the rest of the world
there is a timing
we forget that we know
through our blood stream
to our genetic code
if and when
it is to happen
i will be prepared
from how the past faired
this culture fails me
it isolates me
there are holes in my name
i know where each and every came
the needy and greedy can go
wrapped up in a glow
but i will bear no torch
my feet will venture forth
to the third world
of our home soil
where our touch aims
is already recoiled
so through the rough vein
let the malady flow
until we reach where
nothing living can go
third world american
its you to lead the way
ECUADORIAN EMBASSY
from the wrecking ball
from the neolithic dagger
from the wrapped up baby
spotted in the reeds
from the brigadiers
through the valley of jarama
gut deep in the big muddy deceit
what would it mean to be free
holed up here inside this embassy
this is all we have
some 11th hour showdown
of breastfed dust bowl
immigrant relief
from a briefing room
the regurgitated outcome
a drip of leaky pipes
from which we drink
what would it mean to be free
holed up here inside this embassy
