On the Road to Satori – El Paso


El Paso
broad daylight
the Highway Patrol
blasting me with their
echo-of-a-future-police-state
loudspeaker horn tell me
“get off the highway
no hitchhiking
fool!”

I walk down into the city
and smell the filth of the Swift-Premium
slaughter-house blood guts and excrement
of processed pig meat in this the new American
Frontier—Mexican Bodega signs in red and yellow
short Spanish women pushing baby carriages
staring at me like a sinister felon just
off the boat from Alcatraz—
what women with babies
fear about strangers

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