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WAY TOO WEST 7by Julien Poirier

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Last Time: The Planta Nova Department of Tourism

This Time:


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WAY TOO WEST

#12


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Cigars from Havana

illicitly lushstill may give you cancer

thonot every question has an answer

A brush with the Havana

dodoin an elite humidor

or sweltering in Burbankwhere the Perminator

goes straightwill not keep him from looking

like the Pillsbury Rasta

Through the backlots of Paramountthrough oases and tweaking fonts

of apocalypse by meteor,gnawing his glorified Blunt

rides the Law and his paramour

Theres no leftover Windexfor polishing cockpits

above the Bay of Pigsand all the shepherds of the MX

are bi, immortal florists

Yet Che Guevara persevereslike Ben Gazzara

in The Killing of a Chinese Bookieto outlive his death by many years,

by smoking stogiesrolled up on the inner thighs of strippers

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Its better to be coming out of nowherethan going nowhere

Yeahkeep it right there

On a jet plane

a Commodorehigh above the elkand, not only that

Nothing is going to gowrong there to where someone is going to get

hurt.Are we cool?

Copacetic, Cleopatraits a now brainer for

meBring the money, Beto

lets count it in ourwife beaters, back

up, letscount it on your twin

beddont make itdont get dressed

for thewedding yet

Flew it all the wayfrom L.A., lets smell it

looks goodnobody ever sat on it

nobody ever even touched this moneythere were no checks and

balanceslooks good under the

D.F. streetlighttops off the raven

honey bear,the sky blowing fast and low over cardiac boardwalk

ridesgreasedlightning stains the shells of clouds

hair-clogged drainsphincter

veiny smoke-fringedjellyfish

Whirling Lotuspulsed in

HEART THROBsome percussive digital sitar loop


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spilling from the headshop

get me out of here!...the air hockey thimble of my

mind becoming Plant

rolled under a lid of crashingdirtthe tunnelbreaching the valley

the knowledgeI was born from the womb of a vast orb spider

whose birth pains are stabs of purple lightningthe terror that comes with it

Step right up, step

right uplet your eyes grow lean

and long,an anxiety so

thoroughtwas most cozy,

sotireless it flew

By the church stoop...

one of the stairs is badly chipped(mustve been f/ lugging in the P.A.)

needs mendingO,

and just across thediamond: DRUIDS HALL

gray + spotted slung-backcows in the yellow grasss lichen-

splotched glacialobelisk an upended

oak...I notice

the liver spots on theback of my hand as I try to stuff my freak

out in the pencil sharpener, behind thedugout

green plypaint donated by

Kunst Painting(cf. Rusty Kuntz, the Tiger)

sunflower + twistylace on the trunk of the powder


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blue limo swungup at Rancho Nicosio,

the bridesmaids bareankle chiming out

the wing door

in beige suede (buckskin?)bootieChauffeur smoking on the edge of night.

Tall Irish-tinged bloke also smoking, like a lyrical pugilist.Brown paper

sparrow nestscram the eaves and a big ripped mossy

tree: Dusty Greensleevesbrother livesin the Everglades but theyre still

tightw/ solitary raspberry thistle outback, and cowflops on the

weeds in the whistle-by-picturewindows, spruce goose flies

3 rosy green applesracked on porch, coral

innards in the tattooparlor w/ maraschino

shoulder blades, a necklaceof turquoise Nerds

OKIm trying to explain to the 3

tough wiry white guys all covered with browningtattoos why I think

its good to help the little kid, Arabkid ran straight into

the rusty chain pole going down to the beachwas pumping blood from

a gash in his eyebrow ... One of themshades out the doorway of the junkshop

says I wouldntcare if they were all We should

take out tanks and shovelem into the ground and bury them alive

I realize they now mean to kill me,had only been amusing me

as I tried to explain why it was so

crucial the doctor stitch the kid up and hownone of their objections

matteredthe war / the enemy didnt


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matter it was soirrational and I was so

ferventis what they hated:That I was thrilling to my goody goody ass so very

much

I did a crap job at enlightening themto the basic thing

Just goes toshow,

There are as many ways of fooling yourself as there areto skin a cat.

Why,Im fooling myself

now just pretending Ive figured that much out.Like at 21 I was too ignorant to know

when someone was nodding out v. ODing,called the cops on that guy shooting up in the

toilets,hallway of Neighbor to Neighbor

Would I still make that error?I thought he was ODing because he sighed and

I heard something drop and saw his needleon the floor in the stall. When

the cops carried him outhis faced showed neutral bliss.

God, I talked to Azad and saidRemember?

and showed him us lyingback on the hill above dusk-setting

Berkeley and I weep as I talkto him and tell himask him

to forgive meand hesays, coming in close

I see his whole bemused mug, death-stoned eyesFor what?

For notseeing your son, man!

Then my head drops,my palms go clammy

...and itsclear: the cliff

at Sibley with the twisted treecrowning it, and the rope spider

weband Im pulling in on a steaming train,


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sucked in by the skullery crown,and theres a man, a

being, waiting for methere, I can see his shoulder

frame, the gaps at his arms,

there is a stick across hisface and hes talk

ing to me and Imtrying to answer

fast and Russell is singing

Pai, afasta de mim esse clicePai, afasta de mim esse clice

Pai, afasta de mim esse cliceDe vinho tinto de sangue

and its beautiful, I

want to sing now, I thinkCan we sing? and

move my mouth as hesings...

and then Im out in the heat wavesthe phone numbers

painted on the side of the tow truckwaver

and turn into Hebrew lettering.The witch turns her head to look at me

(shes wearing neon green sneakersplasticized silver logo

matches the sprinkler system on the darkmorning traffic island)

Witches.Its hard to believe this one retains a human core, her

face is so grooved and twistedThatsbullshit, man

shes an adeptsurefire eyes

she mustve slowed downher heart

forest all aroundcomes into sync.

But I didnt know the witches were trainingyoung girls...

The slope with all thepoison oak and the


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twisted oaks and wetdashed leaves starts

screaming then liftsits wings its claws still buried

in dead stripped bark and

things and opens its fruitcake batmouth and screams. This is the

power of the witches, to scare away the lilyliverednaysayers

The black smoke is supposed to look like its blastingfrom the bats mouth but its so obviously been

patched in in the film lab.I want to spend the morning in that lab, toasty warm,

not stuck on the edge of the witches gardenso conventionally well-tended,

rows of common innocuous flowers (name them!)

Shouldnt really come as a surprise.But how wrong you were

about witches, as your owndaughter couldve told you

if youd know enough to ask!Get back to the car and try to sleep but

cantsomeones alreadysleeping there. Russell

is gonebut another homeless guy, who looks a whole lot

like himis there.

Russell, I know its not you, its not someLadyVanishes scenario

though youre a great film head.I know I gave you a real-life

newspaper:


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T H E P L A N T A N O V A N O W_________________________________

Now you wouldnt haveseen it happeningin Winters. No one heres

a racist, ImeanN. and the Bengston

twins and I were all set to gorain on their parade when

Aliceandif you believe this youll believe

you knowthe rest. But

you oughta this timecos its true: believe anything.

The White Aryan Nation

was marching past the cafe on Main when

Charlie Bengstons wifeHe calls me, Thereswater all over the stair The whole way

up to the hospital Im thinkingThis

should beI mean, This should behappening in a hot rod,

the 2 whitedoors fly open and I

come outof Alices cunt

and Im lying there screaming, covered in blood.

Pure claymation terrorwhere they have to move my detached clay

eyelids down bitby bit to blink, highly


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laborious, while in reallife it happened

all in an instant.The color of wet clay

I look terrified, my

face looks like its made outta clay, myeyeballs look like whiteclay shifting in terror from Alice

to Charlie, Alicesmoking, propped up in bed and

Charlie staring into my face like a littleboy

Dont want to creep anyone out just sitting here

so turn the keyup past the red Chinese screenGothic Steak House

Plush Jennifer Convertibleshowroom

little windows in the sky,nice balconies

smell of grilled steakeggplant

little people taking theplane

a Commodoresweet kernel heads white

+ yellow, you dont evenhave to steam

(opens her eyes)

Lentils of invention

chase Reagans jelly beansthru Saturns rings

to the Garden of Fads.

frothyairy

square

Fissionleftover from

the primorbial fireball that befell


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Nothingy

Era of the Sun-beam Lamb

Chipper,

the AlzheimersAssn pencilunsharpened

in reusable ceramicyogurt cup

multifacetedpink bead

on the kitchen sill.

Raw American achethreading out on phantom

ganglia of Ikesbitumen octo

pus

Generation-skipping hipster abolitionistshitchhike through the dust bowl

glyphed in a speck of Monsanto cornjust as Nerds

glyph root canalsin Crips blue.

Praise God

who is everything, the one and only, indivisibleall at once

all frailty, all failure, all fuck.Star Trek

the series,Star Trek

the coffee mug

(she laughs)

in the 79 Insula all splattered with gnats.

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