hola
rojo
morning to you
you always helped me chase demons away
don't know what I'll do without you
so Pan is the name of the plane

second to the right
straight on 'til morning
that's where I'll be waiting
second to the right
straight on 'til morning

hola
tick-tock
my time is up
Pedro says
I will forget him in days
in my new life, no room for a lost boy
boys can be so dumb sometimes

second to the right
straight on 'til morning
that's where I'll be waiting
second to the right
straight on 'til morning
straight on 'til morning

kiss Pedro for me

“saving children from communism”

WEEKEND EDITION DECEMBER 16-18, 2011


Where's Captain Hook in NPR's Fairy Tale?
The CIA...

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the plague what moves throughout this land

Severance...
the birds of leaving call to us
yet here we stand
endowed with the fear of flight

Overland...
the winds of change consume the land
while we remain
in the shadow of summers now past

When all the leaves have fallen
and turned to dust
will we remain
entrenched within our ways?

Indifference...
the plague what moves throughout this land
Omen signs
in the shapes of things to come.

Tomorrow's child is the only child
tomorrow's child is the only child

I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
You don't know what I feel

Through one more day in hell

A Thanksgiving Poem from the Conquered
"Praise Song to Stone: For My Father"

Praise sternum
cracked like mica after
truck's impact

Praise teeth in
lower jaw sheared clean as
marble rushing
down his throat

Praise ghosts watching from
behind granite graves across
the street at the Rosebud Cemetery

Praise body arched like
sandstone illuminated by
headlights as it flashes through air
before landing on the other side

Praise dust that surges
as he hits earth
scatters like crows and disappears
quick as the car's driver
into the pre-dawn
dark

Praise the crack of vertebrae as it slips
like a fault line
the schism of spine that cleaves
like feldspar
Flecks of shale that glint like witness
embedded in his side

Praise the cleavage of ribs
jagged...

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