17 dic 2013

Fire Country



Palestine
(A drum to Magdalena )

Dragging rocks,
bare feet without direction,
when rivers overflow fire,
there is no more that run,
take the speed of the wind, biting dust,
breathing by cracked gums
running gullies under the night.
Breezes are not strange and the beautiful rubies,
beautiful as the yinns
walk through the halls of Bethlehem, alley of whores,
always remembering to bring flowers to Magdalena,
 because Mammon aspires to eat it,
bifid tongue on your thighs;
perennial hips of myrrh and wine,
horns of plenty have sheltered it;
elephants and camels loaded travelers, long lines of  gold traders
 things that involving weapons and money are full of blood.
One day will survive flies; and with them the nightmares,
but what gnawing the flies nothing just but the dust or the bones?
the same cassette of endless delirium and sadness, is repeated over and over again,
pregnant daughters of larvae will copulate in your flesh, as necrophilia lover which is;
all pregnant of the same color.

Dead steppe, mothers elephants,
 feet of clay and memories with smell of strange roses,
sunk in the mud flies.
When you go down from the hill with your donkey loaded with firewood, in the cold night,
rent for yourself some shelter, add color to your ocher traces
when get flooded those carboniferous fire wings
hovering since you left and you come home
giraffes winged;
winged giraffes at sunset ...
during the rain fire in the low plain of Palestine;
salt cocoons of Jerusalem
remember to give her flowers to Magdalena,
dressed in linen and silk,
a refuge from bombs, an improvised and beautiful brothel,
remember, gold coins and wild flowers to Magdalena,
and your tongue will vibrate to the pulse of her belly,
to not trade the Kalashnikov,
and you keep playing in war your old drum rom pom pom pom,
with sad eyes christmas shepherd;
in that your hard loneliness, food by demon nations. Resist.


3 dic 2013

Swine Country



"In a nation ruled by swine, all pigs are upwardly mobile—and the rest of us are fucked until we can put our acts together: not necessarily to win, but mainly to keep from losing completely. We owe that to ourselves and our crippled self-image as something better than a nation of panicked sheep."  HST.

Alicia´s little´s pill 


Get tha hell out their rosaries off my ovaries!!!, said la excomulgada, every time that this abortion topic comes to light the concrete shakes & the yelling of those warriors crash on every ear & window! Is a sin let them wait, let that I switch my cigarette then lets put this on, hello bats here reporting shit, there is all fuck up this mexcalcountry too many vultures for the body -  what it remains of it -  talking about the political class, the oligarchy, - millionaire salaries have these pigs, it’s the failed state the very same, warlord  politician  drunken of blood, a hard bread & circus since Rome, a false face of a cheap dictatorship, reigning over a country that just exits in their fantasy TV spots, the only coin for exchange is the sacred oil to “el patron” the old Uncle Sam, there is no aliens, just stupidity rules on their bureaucratic airheads , a classical prescription borrowing policy, poverty sucked by the ass by FMI, the psychological war against populations out of control , failed state, self-defense ¿is not logical that? when all shoots are behind you how to not fight, … ( parenthesis and big echoes please, a white rabbit comes in smoke, then a mirror & he keep look at it then he ask to  half naked Alicia of FEMEN – and women pass me by dear God, let die dear God, let die dear God, let me die … Then Said the Captain to Me (Two Poems of the Sea) Mary Margaret O'Hara song playing now play it! ¿have you chosen to take the pill?, you always listen to that little voice in your shiny diamond head, said the white rabbit to Alicia, so u will star to feel a little bit headlight with this Mifepristone & Misoprostol aka Cytotec, Arthrotec, Oxaprost, Cyprostol, Mibetec ou Misotrol, women vs women debating always the past due, a shit document at court,  you girls literally want to kill each other on debate, plus persecution by police just for possession of the pill, whatever you won’t fix this with any alcohol, - shit girls any kind of abortion -  nobody’s said that things are complete healthy, but only then maybe later you wanna been drinking a beer of liter & court, a big cawamon like as know on this mescal lands, the only wise thing to do is don’t want to mess with that holy right that the only woman have, at least here in capital city is legal since 2007 but still illegal in all others countries & states,  however check:  www.womenonweb.org   http://www.womenonwaves.org/nl/page/926/sexual-health-services-worldwide  it’s a shame that these things have to obey to priest piggies in the political Babylon, clergy that just want to take control of nativity, like such mobs that just like to be fucking the neighbor; more little sheep’s for the wolves, but also bring new life to this world shit is too a great act of pure brave, every generation create his own holocaust his own war his own hope, the women all around the world are taking the chance just like always, that is a voice that must be listening & feedback those echoes, this mescal country are resisting, every damn day to the shit media that distorted the real notice, the real truth, but then what is the truth? Asked  Pilatos, Nietzsche said in the antichrist that was the only truly question of the whole bible, ¿what is wrong or good beyond evil? - Fuck Nietzsche! - Some demon with cuernos de chivo, armed to the teeth, with mask, cartels are like all the same political parties, the resurging of this guerrillas of self-defense  are because is been such common that we are used to see soldiers being bodyguards of drug dealers, all in the wallet of the state, they all sleep each other & cover up with the same blanket, here comes a global criminalization of the social fight , just another Führer in all nations, one eye watching us, against injustice new armed groups are resurging like clandestine guerrillas all along the Sierra Madre, by the other hand the same spirit of a mirror on 94’s, the Zapatistas,  el subMarcos recently said on a paranormal paradigm of what is wrong with this system, in a dog-cat enterview rewind please, http://enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx/2013/11/19/rewind-3-2/  “But if someone would ask us why we don’t get on that train, we would say “because the next stations are ‘decadence,’ ‘war,’ and ‘destruction,’ and the final destination is ‘catastrophe.’ The pertinent question is not why we don’t board the train, but why you all don’t get off of it.”
Alicia feels strange & take another shiny pill, not for abortion this time, is for a trip for another train to another world country where fit many dreams and fit many worlds…  

11 nov 2013

Mexcalradio

a long time, mexcalradio were product of some freaks, it was born from the word & the word that was in the begining, and then is, the flower of the word never dies,why this podcast is so special?, featuring in the speech about "los pueblos originarios" (minute 6:40) a la "pitayita roja" Bety Cariño, human rights defender that was murdered by the paramilitary in oaxaca,see the complete note here: https://www.frontlinedefenders.org/node/2478

    Now like a little tribute to the great one odd fella, with a few mescales a trip by the several conversations with DRGNZO, also how whisky most be drink it, a also invited to the freemedia, freecommunication, freeword in this universe of freaks,a #GonzoJournalism like in some part that I rememberd in words of Lotterman, in the Rum Dairy, about an answer to Kemp, 

Pervert? - I said. 

"ah you know what I mean, he said with a wave on his hand. "General perverts - drunks, bums, thieves - God only knows where they come from". 

so, if the universe is full of freaks, God most lovethem, freedom in words & life, being Gonzo,




10 nov 2013

Vulture Country

Vulture Country 
      Get a bus, while I walking the beer start to get hot, hot beer is good too, have you been wonder how the people deal whit this before the freezers?, even more in hot places like this one, now a good one, a hot deep shot of black & full foam of beer, how the grandpa’s use to that?. You can park here man, the soldiers are coming behind us, and you smell like 300 cigarettes & joints, these are hot lands, full of dust, rolling stones, one blood color have the point of the leaf of fields of magueys, where the sacred Mescalero Bat fertilized her flowers, … liking the honey, honey this babe that have to leave us, the Mexican writer and journalist, Lydia Cacho was forced to leave Mexico after that received by phone several death threats she said; then in an interview I remembered that she said that this are the season of vultures, big fucking vultures that just going to steal the rest that we have as nation, she is right, pigs in tuxedos money laundering, bringing big blows of cocaine in their bathrooms pockets, the swine children grew up and are the new government, we have to deal with their indulged bullshit assholes with expensive make up.  The little pigs’ rules by now, but all pigs pass to die by the butcher.
   Another beer please… another hot one, take the train, la bestia, the passengers out in the night help you to get at the train, if you fell asleep probably die, get yourself secure tying your belt to some tube, welcome to the monte, cerros, mountains, I mean, hot by thunders noised by wind, burned by sun, while the trip come & see the heads of women & children, hanging from a bridge.  If Jesus comes here by now, probably he will find his end hanged from a mesquite o in a high bridge murdered & tortured by zetas by the very holy permission of the monsignor, the state, God knows that 49 children died burned four years ago, next to the creche was some kind of office where there was some  evidence of the shit corruption of a pig,  so the  state burned that evidence, but the fire consume also 49 souls, 49 children burned like little pigeons, holy shit!, until this day there is no justice. There are just broken fields & mirrors of a shit & false democracy, oh dude, bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do when Babylon falls?
    This is not bat country, this is vulture country; like whatever           out there, swine, rats, snakes, sheep’s, coyotes …  I recommended to you a coyote tattoo they are cool, coyotes are nahuales, they rule this hell night, a black one you must be, so in that order you can take a big joint to the porro, so the train is coming, choose the wrong way, and you will be another filthy body in the roads, full of bullets and ants in your mouth, swine justice, the train comes now, I need to take it, take the ride, thank God that the guerrilla reacts & the communitarian police, and the very same people are outgunned armed with the word and a shotgun, there are a lot of histories to tell, welcome bats to the vulture country.