you broke my heart
so many times
I stopped counting
I was the one to leave you
because that was the only way
and now I've seen that you've moved
in some ways I'm the same as I've ever been
and in some ways I'll never go back
I hear you......Read More
its 2 in the morning, the world is asleep in squares
there are still puzzles
remember rattling down rainbow railroad tracks together?
wearing bellbottoms too tight for my bottom but not yours
writing words of bubbling noise
up through our tummies and into......Read More
This town hits you like a million ash burning cinder block ciggerettes scars
I miss the blacks in the alley ways
drunk with guitars
scaring little girls
singing into the night "I'm down wit that, I'm down"
So low.
and its sunday, rainy......Read More
a woman with a melted candy corn complextion
and a tummy full of sugar
scowling at a monarch butterfly flying drunkingly up and over
the domino's sugar factory
drunk on the thick smell of molasses
drunk on the thick smell of industral history
boats......Read More
It was nice while it lasted
the summer was sweet on his breath
like an idea being born for the first time
and no, I didn't notice the other smells
we could wear shorts, legs dangling innocent
and not so (and sit on the softest grass you ever knew)......Read More
for mom and dad
before I met you
I was not a sour grape
pushed under them thumb
my juices were not distasteful
to spoiled king's tounge
I did not watch vein siblings misplace me
or stuff towels under my doors
to escape the smokey......Read More
you never were
kind or loving
but you were sexy and strong
still, looking at pictures of you
I don't know what I saw
one misses the funniest things
when it was never love they were in
just a strange brew of sadness and......Read More
my manic clown
makes foriegners at the dollar store laugh
when he pulls his pants way too high up
the luckiest girls are the ones with comedian boyfriends
still I love him beyond laughter
my manic clown
calls the biker gay calls the nun a slut......Read More
THE CHILDREN ARE HOME
He says you look like a model
in a mix of Spanish and English
doesn't mind shoving a camera in my face, cleeek the camera says in a
Mexican slang cleeek cleeek
ha ha and always laughing
Louis asks me how old he has to be before he travels
Mexican canaries yellow......Read More
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