Locomon: Wiyanita, get up sweetie pie, its time for school!

Girl Child: Papa, I had a dream last night!

Locomon: What did you dream about, honey?

Girl Child: I dreamt that I counted all night.

Locomon: You Counted, huh ?

Girl Child: Yes, Papa, I counted all NIGHT!

Locomon: All night you counted, honey ?

Girl Child: Yes, Papa, all night I counted all the numbers, especially when you asked me last night what we are learning in school, and I told you we were learning how to count, and you told me that there are many numbers in the universe starting from number 1 and adding one to it. So I started in my dream, 1, 2, 3, 4 ... !

Locomon: That is beautiful, honey, you counted all night in your dream all numbers in the universe starting from the number one and adding one to it? That's a lot of numbers, honey. And what happened when you kept counting?

Girl Child: I reached the very END?

Locomon: You counted all night in your dream and reached the very END of all Number?

Girl Child: Yes, Papa, I counted and counted and counted in my dream, the way they taught us to do at school to do, and I reached the very Last Number in My Dream!

Locomon: WOW, you counted all the numbers in the universe, honey, and you reached the very last number out there. That's Amazing, sweetie pie!!!

Girl Child: Yes, Papa, I did it, I got to the last number.

Locomon: That is great, honey, that is a great accomplishment, I am proud of you. May I ask you a question, honey?

Girl Child: Yes, Papa?

Locomon: What happened when you got to the last number in the universe?

Girl Child: I CAME BACK TO ZERO AND I STARTED ALL OVER AGAIN!!!

t is time to proclaim my love to my one and only. It is a love that needs no sanction from religion. It is a love that is higher than the court that tries to define it as something allowed or something not. It is love that goes beyond the confines of earth to reach the little thing I fell in love with.


Mighty Surgeons of Technology Composed You
As the Rockets Thrusted you Forward
And You Became Adrift in the Infinite Black Abyss
Caught within a Timeless Vacuum of Space and Sense
As I dreamt of riding high on top of you
High on your Elongated Atennae
Consumed by your Shifting Momentum
Absorbed by your Bleeping Breath of Data
Till you reached your final destination
And You Shot Out Your Parachute
To Glide safely into the inner sanctums
Of Man's Gentle Red PLANETA
Ah Such Coming Joy to Feel You So
As you march across a barren landscape
Searching here, Peering there, drilling for signs
of what went, what has gone before, and what will come again
OH Mighty Atl
ROAR
For Watery Beast of Come you Are!!!

How Well You Came Here TOO
As I watched your first Voyeuristic Video
Pictures of you and on My Sacred Red planeta
Oh Cybernetic Tool of Dispensation
In such a Far Away Place You Roll
In Science we trust the ends of your Atomic Battery
And the Joy to Control you Such
And As my anticipation grows
So too my Excitement
To Someday see you Still, Completed and Dead
On my Giant Red Planeta
But I hear that another Will Come
And then Another
And then Another
BUTT Nothing will Replace You My Love
For You are the Only Probing Delight
Manufactured for My Own Light
My only desire is that you get this
And Make it Known to NASA that you are MINE
And Only MINE
So it be my Love
So it be my Heart
So it be From Me to You
My Only Martian Probe

Your Partner of Love on the Blue Planeta

what do they say now 11 dimensions

Talons of Love Go Deep within YOU

LocoMon Loves Talones

Talons Grip Its Prey Like So
Pressing Gently

Squeezing Deep

Tiny Red Sparkles Flow

Daggers Thrusting Squeeze Submerged

Deep within my Very Soul

Red Droplets Splatter

Flying All Within My Soul

Slowly Meat Descends to Earth

Slowly Devouring Oh So Small

Hate Consumed by Song I Sold

Praises for the Living Dead

Awaken Ehecatl Awaken

As Storms Thrust you So

Sleep Fed by Atl's Roar

Hear My Prayer Mighty Ehecatl

So Many Years to Make

Ocean, Water, Seas and Birds

Take Me Through Your Rhythmic Hair

Glass Eyed Beast Apollo Gulps

Drunken Stupor I do Feel Left

LoCo, LoCo, LoCoMonAQui

Mon that Dreams the Moonless Pulse

Mind Never Minds but always Stuck

Linked to Mighty Stone in Kind

Arthur Looses Ghost in Chime

Later, Later, Locomon Sees the ****ed

I know How sweet it is to be

Feet Be My End to Flee No More

LocoMon Likes to Watch

Watche Un Loco
El Otro Dia
Cruzando La Calle
De Los Locos
Hesitant de Primero
Pero Luego he Crossed
El Vato Traspazo !
A el Otro Lado !!
Tu sabes ?
Cruzando al Otro Lado
sin pensando intelligence
of word, song and sound
of taste, food and sex
La Pinche Cabezota
En topsy-turvy mode
No Sabes de que Lado
Yet It Walks
No Sabe Sana o Loca
It Talks
No Sabe Good nor Bad
It Feels
No Sabe Oler su Culo
It Sees
Never To Smell or Taste
What's Really IN BETWEEN
Liberated or Oppressed
Intelligent or Dumb
Schooled or Experienced
Sucking or Blowing
Breath, Air, or Ehecatl
Quetzalcoatl es Aztlan
The Plumed Serpent One
Watches and is Present
Known to us all from the Red Road
From The Land Where the Partridge Drum
To Where The Mayan Lacondon Live
Its Presence, Pressure and Lightness
Is Felt, Smoothed and Obeyed
Existence Stimulated
or a Flattened thing you see
Like a Blade of Grass
in the Once Great Plains
Where Delicious Barbacoa Bison Roam
Stepping and ****ting on the Grass
As it Rhythmically Chops, Chomps and Chews
All those Little Particulates Away
Dark Whiskered Jaws Grind Slowly
Recycled byproduct Producer
passing, decaying, drifting
away through space
and now
here you are
recomposed loco
not knowing
what side of the street
you're on

LocoMon Dates Duality

A butterfly landed in my hand the other day
I closed my fist to contain it within my hand
Encapsulated, it would have brought beauty to my grasp
But Nature, as it Spread its Wings, flew away
How Far are We to think that We can Contain Beauty ?
Possess it like an object in a container?
You SEE,
You Think
You SMELL,
You believe
You TOUCH,
You Know
You HEAR,
You Feel
You TASTE,
Beings of Earthly Delight
Feeling things Gliding Thru You
But Only Knowing things by learning without Feel
It's like licking the Curvature of the Moon
Stroking the Silky, Milky Roundness of Perfection
Gently Caressing it with your Electrified Tongue
Centers of Craters pulsing for More Impact
Passion Passing Through the Infinite Cosmos
As Duality Flies Through the Pores of your Skin

METE TU BOTE

Marca tu vida
con la sangre
de mis carnales
Mira tu corazón
negro y colorado
Watcha tu vida
tumba concreta
Huele tu paso
hecho mentira

Oye los gritos
quieren salir
Habla la ley
quiere mas almas
Vete de aquí
te van a pescar
Pobre Chicano
¿Cuando aprenderás?

Entra Rambo
te chinga tu casa
te meten al bote
pierden las llaves
Nunca te sacan
eres de color
Por un toquesito
mi pobre grifita

Acuerdate esto
no se me olvidara
Yo soy Chicano
No un cualquer
Marco el día
Que te quito el poder
Mete tu carcel
En no mi país.

Stereotypical Play

Heyt, psst, ven paca, come over here
I want to show you Something
Here, in this row of beds are the Gastrointestinals
Psst, and over here, come over here, here are the Oncologicals
Please, lift up the coverlets here, and feel here
Feel the knotted beads of fleshy skin?
Like rosary beads kneaded into greying rot
And see, already many have been cut out
But feel here, not much of this person's precious contours left
Ven paca now!
No, pero ven paca BIEN despasito
No ves que los casi muertos sienten todo
Cama tras cama sique esto
Huelelo! Lo Hueles? Pura Muerte
Cada hora las hermanas cambian
Y este gordo, precioso para uno era
A Homely love-making machine he was to his woman once
And look, this one will bleed out tonight
No amount of blood can fill this void
They had to cut out a tumor the size of an infant from this one
What a cancerous womb it was
Shhh, Please, Let them Sleep!!!
All Day and All Night they must
Rest heals all they say here
Though Sundays brings out the best
their visiting guests
but then it returns to normal
Nourishment through the mouth
High Protein Shakes through Feeding Tubes
Or sugared water through the veins
All coming out into the attends
Every 2 hours they must turn
And mornings they must be washed
No different than a bench
And as the Grave rises to catch them
Flesh is leveled down to earth
The Flame Grows no Longer
For Earth Beckons for their flow
And the Lovely Glowing Plumes they Left
Of Growing Mushrooms in my Horizon
Oil in my Water
and trees replaced by mini-malls
What a legacy for our Children
And Many more to come
Enjoy Dear Nuclear Americans
Enjoy

I kissed the wings of an angel this Morning
As the Gentle Softness Rose to a Bloom
Honey-dewed Sparkles flew from her Hew
As Sweet Smelling Nectar filled her Room
Oh Aquarium Flower Floating in My Garden
Lapping Dearly the Misty Circle of Desire
Jaguar Spawns the Rhythm of your Passion
As Ecstasy Grows the Mighty Fire Glows
Fluttering Pixie Consumed by delicate delight
As Probing Senses guide you downward
Scented Secrets Caressing Walls UnKnown
Mountain Spirits Stir You Forward
And as the moments of energy transcend
Connectivity transpires from one to another
As the Pulsing Gyration of Assemblage Flows
Holding, Feeling the Power of your Flower

AZTLAN


EL SOL A ESTADO MUY CALIENTE EN MI CHOMPA Y ME HIZO LUMBRE
MI SANGRE ES LUMBRE
NECESITO LAS AGUAS DE MI PAIZ, PARA LAVARME Y TOMAR.
PARA REFRESCAR MI CUERPO.
AH!
AHORA ESTOY FRESCO Y VENGO CON MANOS ABIERTAS
PARA VIVIR JUNTOS
YO HABLO DERECHO Y NO QUIERO ENGANAR NI QUIERO QUE ME ENGANEN
QUIERO ALGO PARA SIEMPRE.
AL MUNDO SE LE DIO UNA PARTE A EL GABACHO
Y UNA PARTE A EL INDIO
PORQUE?
PA QUE SE VINIERON JUNTOS, YO PREGUNTO?
AHORA YO LE HABLO AL SOL, LA LUNA, EL MUNDO, EL AIRE, LAS AGUAS,
LOS PAJAROS Y ANIMALES, Y TODAS LAS CREATURAS SIN NACER
OIGAN MIS PALABRAS!
EL HOMBRE BLANCO ME HA MIRADO MUCHO
AQUI ESTOY!
QUE QUIERES BUEY?
HAS MIRADO MUCHO Y DURO; PORQUE?
VALGO TANTO?
NO SOY DIOS
SOY POBRE
SI VALGO TANTO, PORQUE NO MARCAS DONDE PISO
Y MIRA CUANDO ESCUPO

PAATUII!

HABLAME, PARA QUE TUS PALABRAS SE VAYAN DERECHO A MI CORAZON
MIS ANTEPASADOS CAMINABAN LOS CAMINOS DE ESTE PAIZ
ESTE A OESTE, NO MIRABAMOS A NADIE MAS QUE INDIO BRONZE
CAMINO HOY, Y VEO OTRA CLASE DE JENTE, QUE VIENE A CHINGAR
PARA QUE? PARA QUE ESPERAR LA MUERTE?
PARA QUE LLEVAR LA VIDA POR LAS UNAS?
BUSCANDO Y ESPERANDO QUE SE CAIGA EL PINCHE CIELO
UNA VEZ UNA NACION, UNA JENTE CHINGONA
REDUCIDA A PUROS PINCHE ABUITONES ESPERANDO LA MUERTE
PUES, MUCHOS HAN MUERTO, MUCHOS MAS VAN A MORRIR
ES LA BATALLA, ESE
NO QUIERO HACERLE DANO A NADIE, NI MATAR A NADIE
PERO ESTOY SOLO EN ESTE PINCHE MUNDO
NO LES IMPORTA LOS MODOS VIEJOS Y POR ESO NO IMPORTA LA VIDA
QUIERO QUE SE CAIGAN LAS PIEDRAS EN MI Y QUE ME COMAN
EH, AQUI ESTOY. HABLENMEN!
ESTAN CONTENTOS?
Y SI ESTAN, DIGAN.
YO NO LES ESCONDO NADA, NO ME ESCONDAN A MI NADA
DEVUELVANME PATRAS LO QUE ES MIO.

Cochise

LISTEN HEAR MR. OBAMA

Racism is the belief that one race is superior to another race.
It is a severe disease of the mind that infects many societies.
None worse than the good 'ol U.S. of A.

To prevent it,
one has to not teach it,
To cure it,
you have to fight it,
challenge it,
at every juncture and turn in life.
To abolish it,
you have to get rid of the ego that says,
"there's only one race to follow!"

Racism is a major insult to another human being,
and if you have felt it or experienced it,
it really pisses you off.

So keep fighting it,
because you will never make peace with this beast my friend.

Locomon

LISTEN HEAR MR. OBAMA

Racism is the belief that one race is superior to another race.
It is a severe disease of the mind that infects many societies.
None worse than the good 'ol U.S. of A.

To prevent it,
one has to not teach it,
To cure it,
you have to fight it,
challenge it,
at every juncture and turn in life.
To abolish it,
you have to get rid of the ego that says,
"there's only one race to follow!"

Racism is a major insult to another human being,
and if you have felt it or experienced it,
it really pisses you off.

So keep fighting it,
because you will never make peace with this beast my friend.

Locomon

Fragrant Flower propped next to Resilient Rock, says with its thin meek voice,

"Love, such a complicated and beautiful thing it is"

Firm Rock with its coarse thick voice replies,

"But what, but the reverse of its brother hate"

Flower with a tear drooping from its brilliant yellow pedal says,

"But a flourishing emotion that transcends time and place no matter"

Rock, standing firm, not budging even from the shifting force of the stream, retorts,

"But like a blade of grass to the wind it still has two sharp edges to cut with"

Flower, gently pushing its head to the sun, complies,

"Cosmic duality is in a constant state of flux, it stands best not to measure either"

Rock, steering the rapid swirl to a foam, complies,

"Then we shall never know what defines, and what does not, for who are we to tell"

"So it be my love," says the Flower

"So be it my view," says the Rock

LocoMon Hangs On Like a Piece of Meat

Dawn Peaks,
and the Night Storm Rages
Dusk Plunges,
as the Valley Shreiks
Shadows Draw to a Time Unknown
Twisting, Churning, Quivering
The Agitated Thing eMerges
Produce this thing You See
How Strange It Is To Come
A Popping Noise it Makes
Replicated Beauty Amassed
A wondrous vessel of Fate
Floating endlessly in Marvel
Betrothed to the Earth
Dream Separated by Magic
Mind Borrowed from the Two
Owing Nothing to the Sea
Yet Searching,
Slithering,
Searching
Few
Hanging,
Seeking,
Hanging
As The Other Brings You Out
Threads of Infinite Lacings
Stranded Together as Illusion
Crossing a Webbed Pathway Taken
Hanging,
Hanging,
Hanging
On
Throbbing Lust of Wildness Shrieks
Venturing Forth Winged One Seeks
Wind Echoes Mighty Eagle Soars
Talons descend to Pick one More
off
Letting Go,
Letting Go,
Letting Go
Peacefully You Float through Space
Violently Devoured by Time
Grasping the Past
Hoarding the Now
Loosing the Future
of Your Kind

Enjoy

LocoMon

OUT