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8/28/2012

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            his uncle TOTO bought him breakfast for dinner.

            then he returned the favor later forgetting the forgiveness.

            his uncle bought him breakfast for dinner.

            she’s pushing up her raw face now

she rains herself raw

her fat ears drip themselves to one

she wrenching ever all

thinking of Blue Star punching all the buttons of destruction

            song overhead: Culture Club

            no / he wanted to hurt no one / only

to find his lost friend (¡& the loot to boot!)--

elders flocked to Vegas / to AZtlán / & he wd never

help them / he wd never assist in their endeavor--

& they didn’t know / aside anything of their

newest “Patriot” act prescribed by their pinche President--

that our story for a moment . . .

. . . let us consider the President:  we wanna President who typifies beauty we wanna President who waters his own flowers & brown shrubs a President debonair a President courteous a President cheerful & of course kind . . .

married couple sat at bar

w/ a seat between them

playing video poker casino

employee arrived inquiring

of the husband’s concerns

he sd: something inaudible

            tuxedoed casino employee

responded into his walkie-talkie

& took a key from his chain

which he inserted into a lock

in the bartop / w/ video-molded

pokerscreen both literally & virtually

stuck together

                                    clank/ clank fell coins into this man’s tray 

            & his wife watched her own screen

outside palace Bellagio he listened

to dancing waters thinking we’ve angered them

(those waters) & The People applauded loudly /

& still he saw no goddamned Blue Star

Blue Star’s search hurt his feet / fatigued his mind as well / & made his belly swell from twice several beers he downed

            “sir”

            “¿yes?”

            “there are no beverages allowed in the arcade’s fire”

            “yes”

            “sir”

            “yes / sorry” 

another man w/ braids in his hair received his payoff & his coins clinked into his tray  that might be          nevermind

           

seats at the bar of Texas Casino

had longhorns nailed to their backs—novelty/ alas   

            today might have been nice w/ a camera

Caesar’s Imperial skypaints of clouded contagion / basely / which confused Greece /  Troy/ Rome & not TaynochteetLAHN

then onward France as he drove to its top

top of Eiffel 2 (half the size of the original due to air restrictions)

considering fluorescent green-neon lilies

how they blink

raising his drink filled

in his Eiffel cup

                        ¿what?

raised in salutation to Blue whom he loved dearly

in his way / well . . .

reasonable enough,

that Blue Star shd somehow

take herself away

from such mess of this existence

 that C figured  entirely predictable

to this situation

& if indeed if placed in Blue’s position

himself thinking of doing the same

leaving during night’s course

before anyone wd notice

fleeing to someplace far from this mess

of this existence embraced yet neither admitted to 

            Blue Star obviously ran.

            C stood and considered:

one day I may run & fall one day sun may drown one day our earth may stop spinning round & I may romance media’s magazines & trees covering me may stop seeming green & branches I wander inside may believe in me

write that

no forgotten 

Blue Star stole Chaley’s money

& this mess of this existence stinks worse w/o money no doubt

sleeping felt useless

sleep during the night felt useless

Blue Star he remembered

habitually ground her teeth while she slept

            Blue Star never could have told him where she went

this had happened six times before

& each time Blue Star alluded him longer than previous

first Chaley found her at Reid Park’s polar bears

second time found her at Güero Canelo’s

third time: Grand Canon / two weeks

fourth: Wall-Mart Eye Care Vision Center / one month 

fifth: Public Pool / Pochteca / AZtlán / five weeks 

sixth: Gus’s Liquor / Grant Road btwn Columbus & Swan: 5.5 weeks

never if ever remembered whenever Blue Star

finally returned to her home

pupils covered gleamed obsidian

cd see himself reflected

in what seemed like azure obsidian 

a corner liquor store 

weeds crept up side of store

out from sidewalk

flowers arching themselves up toward desert sunlight

& he heard some children passing on their bikes 

one of the girls looked at C then quickly looked away

looked at the ground or maybe her handlebars

probably her handlebars

C stopped & asked “¿any of ye seen Blue Star?”

& these lovely children: “you stink like shit.”

“be that as it may / niños / you have overlooked my question posed”

“prolly eats shit & then shits it out & then the shit smells like shit-times-two & then he doesn’t wipe & then we smell him when he walks because the wind carries the shit”

“I thank you for your time niños” he sd

he kicked a trash dumpster

¿Blue Star sleeping?

no

no Blue Star

clouds

moved a bit 

 a sandbox further down the way

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