From the Land of Encampments to the Land of Enchantment

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My driver hits an Icee cup full of vodka at 8AM,
Says he is ‘the product’ of a downtown Christian mission
He hands out gift cards to meth heads in exchange for their clean drug tests.
“I sure would like to get paid for keeping sober, damn!”
I tighten my seatbelt, and check the height of my headrest.

Decide to trust the vodka , if not the man,
to captain us
Through the land of encampments, to the land of enchantment. 
Laid back behind the wheel of his big boat talking about
Back when the city still kept hookers on Sunset
Back when the bums still slept in Santa Monica
Back when the crack still promised more than the vodka.

My plane points southwest 12000ft above the Inglewood cemetery.
The tombstones are spaced out like Morse codes, or
 petrified white droppings of a Giant LA Rodent
Releasing one primitively-designed turd at a time, 
on pastures destined to be paved over 
by homeless encampments 
with good Wi-Fi. 

Take me, captain crackhead, to my land of enchantment.

My new pants are clownish but comfortable
Billowing through Albuquerque airport
Making nobody smile.

My rented pickup truck blends in 
on the roads to Carrizozo, New Mexico.
Where I intend to send my fiancee of 20 years ago
a certain video
Hey Emma... remember New Mexico?
From the land of encampments to the land of enchantment,
I will smuggle my re-enactments.

Good thing I paid extra for this pickup truck
Need country boy invisibility if I’m gonna get away with it like the 
Kid Billy
Who used to terrorize this whole territory of
Lincoln County
Robbing mostly Carrizozo
Where I used to fuck Emma in the ferns
of a movielike meadow,
Her combat boots scraping ditches into the dirt, 
doggystyle.

Emma didn’t notice my forest fire of dilemmas
Then Only Embers.

And Billy the Kid finally got shot down
in White Oaks, technically. 

So if you’re a rat of a certain LA variety
the kind they don’t take kindly inside Lincoln County
you better keep up pickup truck invisibility
And stay inside the blackest part of your own story

Jimmy the Kid
from the land of a *word* he could never remember
to the land of unforeseen-by-Emma embers.

*Encampment. 
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