All right.
OK.
This is a shorter one.
And really it's about a serious subject.
It's about those people who are walking across from--
what is it?
The Organ Pipe National Monument.
The last time when I was camping out there
and like, who are these guys running through my campsite?
And they just kept going.
So it's about those people who are coming to build the parking
lot behind this building, and cook, and clean, and make
the economy run.
And yeah.
And work as Anthony Bourdain said,
in every kitchen in America.
In the restaurant business.
All right.
"Found a Republic."
"By tapping your fat brown nipple
with a tendril of black hair.
We hold self-evident the ceanothus, manzanita, yucca.
Deliver an ink stained fingertip to the tongue and lips.
The body's republic of desert night.
Running lights like semis with--
like an aircraft against the Milky Way.
Found a sunlit republic by going ahead.
Ammoniac memory of ranges, heat, killing bad information.
Found a living republic by staying alive.
Where even plastic jugs, distances, and boxcars
may live.
Found a determined republic by leaning in your brow to listen,
with the febrile blood, acrid republic of human salt."