Watch It Go Poem by King Happy

I was born a desert man
in the valley of the sycamore trees
where life tends to suffer
and flourish through agony.
I was born a desert man
as unique and hardy
as the Saguaros branching out
into nothingness.

I was born a desert man
always reeling from the pain
with chrysocolla in my heart
and jack rabbits in my brain.
I was born a desert man
Cholla cactuses in bloom
the flowers bound to life
beneath Sonoran moon


I was born a desert man
so now the flowers have all
rot,
the jack rabbits are gone,
inbred and sterile.

My chrysocolla heart
beaten down
to a small
flicker of light.

I was born
a desert man
who will die
a swamp man

stagnant and flooded
the pebble sinks

A small flicker
of light