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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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

Thursday, March 21, 2013

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

Monday, March 18, 2013

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