R O D R I G O G A R C I A L O P E S
_______________________________________________OPERATION ENDURING DUST: A DIARY
Freely translated by Chris Daniels
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Wind scrapes the desert raw. Space mimes blood in the caged thirst of the piggish smile. One year after. GPS & bloodpuddle, barbarians, dry blood flits, as in the beginning, before the storm of high-tech rhetorical corpses and daisy cutters. The stepmother of all chimeras.
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SOMEONE IS MANIPULATING THESE EVENTS
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celebrates
MANIFEST DESTINY
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first image
his eyes play hanna-
barbera ping-pong
he tries words on
with a slight smile
while unbeknownst
to him a woman
(faceless)
carefully coifs
the graying hair
of Mr War__________________________________________________________________________________________
here
lancers are free
and all fire
is friendly__________________________________________________________________________________________
TEXACO. One word says it all. Will the real president please stand up and sneer when he collects his per annum? This is not a poem.
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