Back In The USA: Watch Yer Tongue

Entering USA from Juarez.Yet again.The bridge.Flirting from enclosed car to enclosed car.
Fumes.
Juice.
Anticipation.

Two worlds, one world, what kind of world?

Done this a million times. Fronterizos know reality. This isn’t a traffic jam. It’s an
Obstruction.

Get ready for the cavity search. Make your head a cavity.
Depravity!

This fake line drawn in Conquest is a Black Hole.

I am going in the right direction, right? USA. USA. USA.

Used to think. Used to.

Now I think I have to find a way to stay, back here, in the south end of this monstrosity. How the hell do you stay? I know it won’t work. Head On collisions with brothers trying to get out.

You stay if you pay. Poverty starts to look like riches compared
to that greed thing that’s on the other side of that line and it makes me feel like I missed it somewhere. Sometimes I feel like a dumb ass and, other times I feel like Buddha. For me it all starts at that little booth.

My country has become almost perfect, for the pricks.
My soul is now Rasquache.
Always was.
Jew boy Polock Scot/Irish son of
an existentialist and a gambler.
Yeah all of that. I have no part in the Mayflower except to serve or be rolled over on.
I came to hang with fellow “natives.”

My eyes don’t see “green,” they see transparency. And blood.
Oh the car line is moving. Finally. Here comes Homeland Security/Absurdity.

Be Careful!
Answer right: “US CITIZEN, sir”

“What have you been doing in Mexico?” he asks.
Careful, answer right. You should say, “…oh I went to the dentist,” or “I went to a restaurant, sir.”

I want to say, I was looking to escape.
I say I went to a restaurant.

I can’t stay in Juarez. I can’t return to this thing, either. I am stuck now. Like that line.
Only love or death can save me.

We fronterizos live on two sides. Those of us who have not joined the international cartel of shiny futures (promises) live on the wrong side. You could get locked up. I feel: Locked up. Locked out. Locked in.

Fucked.
When you enter you will submit.
Fucked.

Repeat the following a hundred times (The Anthem) :

I pledge allegiance to your bull shit

For which we stand

One exploitive bunch of rats

With liberty for entrepreneurs and endless amounts

of self delusion

So help me Buddha.

I don’t say it. Won’t.
I’m at the Bull Shit Booth now.
Actung.

I’m home now.
HA!
Home of the homeless.
Wanna buy some insurance?

You do what you gotta do…right?
Back in the USA.