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Sonoran sunrise starts at noon,

Be it a myth, truth, or ruse.

A book, the beach, dip like the loon,

A walk, hand soft, shore stone smooth.

The year-tide pulls, lulls from a far,

Home, home where the chollas bloom.

Sunset "so long" but still "too soon,"

Comer, campfire, sea-shell spoon,

Howl hounds and bouillon tunes.

Under the dark of white dunes

She steals kisses like shooting stars

Full in heart, body, and soul, mi Luna, my Moon.

Dancing with Africans

I lay in this box, with its top
Its sides, bottom, and its lock,

Lathered lacquer fresh from the shop

Stiff as board, hard as a rock

Creased, folded white like a napkin

A seed pod for the stone crop.

In suits with boots and pocket clocks

They hoist me towards my farm plot,

Desert dust devils up their socks

As they kick, stop, lock-n-pop.

I am Dancing with Africans

In this box, with its top, waiting for the beat drop.

Mischief Maker

When you close your eyes we awake

Shade creatures of the opaque.

Come close, I swear these fangs are fake

How does your trachea taste?

Spread our wings, we feast, we're night bloods,

We "enemies of the stake."

By another name when day breaks

Fairies, pixies, sweet as cake.

With magical myst we tamed drakes,

Come dance with us on the lake.

Riddles and rhymes, up to no good,

How much more mischief can we mischief makers make?

Poison Medicine

They say we all have addictions

But some come with prescriptions.

Beach sun above brand new oceans

Mountains made your dominion

Use protection and play it safe

Whole Foods, back bends, go vegan.

Reputation and dividends

How much tail you spin and friends

Activism education

Favorite freedom Facebook trend.

Did I hear you right by mistake,

Was that "pick your poison" or "take your medicine." 

A Wednesday Night

Fresh digs, pretty girls, and some bub

Then thrown face down in the mud,

Rap out the speakers no ear buds

Then rap sheets and beats by clubs,

Catchin' vibes groovin' with the crew

Then blue eyes get wrong way rubbed,

Havin' a blast or grabbin' grub

Then "Where's the gun, where's the drugs?"

I see you, I see you get judged

By the color of their scrubs.

They'd be lying if they told you

That they never assumed the color of your blood.

Kindred

Hidden is the gift the night gives

A sprite a spirit kindred.

It was the stars from which she slid

A glimpse of the intrepid

Call it feeling, intuition,

Tingly shakes I could not shed.

We listened and shared narratives

Like two stumbly bumbly squids

On connection we swam and lived

Intersecting pro quo quid.

We both bid on indecision,

No one hurt us as much as our empathy did.

Mindcrap

 I look like i just took a shat,

This dim flashlight on my hat.

We breath in musty mountain draft,

Our eyes eaten by the bats.

It's easy to lose track of time,

Remember the one path back.

Echo, echo, echo, we clap,

Is this shit gonna collapse?

Cracks and crumbles, knew it's a trap,

I can't breath with lungs gone black.

Silence replaced canary chime,

We gotta build, who else is gonna mine this crap?