poetic ethnography

breach of contract (wander).

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breach of contract (wander).

on a desolate plain,
in a desperate place,
dancing toward the moon,
wander on.

who has eyes to remember?

more importantly,
who has the time?
the time to care,
time to invest
in people and feelings?
to get to know one another?

all those things
just make everything
way more complicating.

wander on. wander on.

don’t have to be remembered or acknowledged to exist.
existence lays naked in exile, waiting for isolated souls to

wander on. wander on. wonder. wonder. wander on

with a lonely suicide song.

10.03.02.

big bang theory.

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big bang theory.

winter whispers why weeping widows wander
in somber states during her solstice.

and nature replies,
“tis gloomed and clouded days to blame,
which have a tendency to lead towards sleep.”

and night awakens to be reminded
that everyday looks just like last week.

winter wanders off,
“all life must die to be reborn,
the earth as well, needs her rest
but if all i get are tears,
wretched whimpers,
well then rename me, the solstice of sadness.”

winter wandered
off into the mountains past over zarathustra.
a flash of hot air covered
like a blanket
as cold escaped
like a final breath from the atmosphere.
oceans began to dry and much of the continents
were now mostly desert.

everyone, wondered where winter was?
the earth felt her pulse weaken,
a sigh of lament across the universe.

this is the way the world ends. this is the way
the world ends.
not with a bang. not with a bang,
but with a whimper for

        wild
                  winter
                             wandering.

11.06.02.

take.

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take.

take it down. take it slow. take care.
take your time. take it easy. take back, what’s yours.
take it all down-

all the heroes and churches,
idols and figures,
social and political.

will all
remember you
as some clown from around.
the one,
no one knew well enough
to care about.

don’t
allow anyone
the ability
to turn you
into an insignificant
little ant.

then again,
whatever one may do,
let no one
take one down.

life is ones.
let no one
take it away.

07.25.02.

revolution pose.

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revolution pose. 

I. 
cannot afford the 
patience of a 
pacifist, 
fist, 
fist 
through the air. 

II. 
long, long meetings, 
readings, 
leninists and marxists 
speaking 
without ending. 

III. 
an alien 
under this nation, 
a dissident 
that can’t pretend- 
consent/defend 
an international incident 
created by capitalist governments. 

sitting under a wishing 
tree, wishing 
to be palestinian or muslim. 
stuck inside this mexican skin, 
wondering 
where the revolution 
migrated to or went. 

IV. 
how goes the movement now? 
red work and mass work. 
theory and practice and schisms. 
gentrification and police brutality and the masses 
          slowly fading away. 
wasting like energy inverted on itself. 
how goes the movement now?

09.10.02.