song

   song

i was conceived like my mother’s womb

sultry as the sweat rubbing warmest

on a summer night long through the fresh

dawn bursting on the senses never

knowing the allotted time at the peak

but having the savor of my rider rise

like smoke blowin’ out of my mind

ooh i kept telling you lies viciously

about a night longest yet

where love’d ride all the encores

we were to run it through

we weren’t fed up no

that’s one notion we got quite well

once we did we sanctioned the trade

with our very own flesh show

we’ve heard it all and now we’ve done

it all once we’ve become it got hard

to quit the way it was envisioned

in our heads for then we knew we’ve been

put to do a chore with the promise

of a summer love and there was no more

to be done least we collapsed our hearts

like the cigarettes in the tray

ooh and you kept saying forever

(choir)

we’ve heard it all

we understand quite well

love’s requital’s in the heat

of a night at summer peak

light another cigarette

found at the bottom of my drawers (bearing out for Guayaquile)

this pronunciamento is simply to assert a sum

of truths self evident transparent that show our nature

now minus the two hundred year wraps woven to disguise

our history and ourselves with constants which wreathe us

direct in line with troy and the western classics positively

we have formed in earnest sublime ideas for auld lang syne

and declared ourselves victims of mother spain from the find

and conquest until eighteenten when cut from the mater land

we became selfindulgent with ideals reaching  far beyond

our white mountain peaks to a rubble heap left by greeks

in anatolia and there we place ourselves in illion our beloved

beginnings and abeyance for we have not glorious tales

it’s all haze to tell well we fixed that and if someone tells

the truth about our lore he’s branded traitor on the spot

while heroes are who contribute to the lie it’s old history

and it could be from anywhere thirst for royal dirt is sound

no matter if civil war or independence call call it anything

repeat an axiom or makeshift a brand call it a revolution

and start spinning heads with blabber twisting dope

let’s get this right most of the population was not represented

blacks indians mestizos and most whites did not care a bit

the whip changed hands to the descendants and heirs to priam

along with the seized privileges which now had a republican

aura full with blazon colors and song they declared themselves

fathers of the land and presented the many with a clear view

of a chief tall with a bogus name lance in hand and his main

wife bogus two genuflected at his side with heir apparent

in arms proud ancestors of a lost paradise to atone and further

confuse the fuckin natives cause that story wasn’t in their folk

‘tis so

responsible victim

in the beginning there was light dazzling in the biggest bang

flash darkness loose sub par emotional to blind your every

choice and trip you as you kiss that you should crawl the lot

in bliss with lust that knows not more than the pain it gives

and takes the hell bittersweet and vain honey knows so well

(everyone had a third uncle or maid incestuous some sort

of baron saturday who would milk your coupling exploits

to his gain because your will could be coaxed sans effort)

presently she knows it unconsciously maybe (yes nothing

is forever) thus dazzled she pleads remission but it’s a life

sentence with such knowledge one that stupefies the trunk

and branches conditioned it is flesh and mind so she shouts

her story crude as it is reliving the unrepresentable

experience obliterating all belief with its awareness

of sacrifice and surrender and it tells the same wound

daily in a jaunt of suffering and satisfaction

she walks the boulevard in the narrow

naked at the red light flashing her eyes

marquee one more barren blue night as she

rounds her heart on the shadow of her lips

to demise in smoke the blossoming eve

and mirrors hint of shades purple and green