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Assorted Poems...


car chase

instead
i threw it into gear
passed over
all the angels
behind the glass boxes.
gimme some time
to scribble another end
before i run out of juice.
those delectable teeth,
how much
did you say?
ok
i'll be right back
and
3 years later...
somehow the lights
changed,
found myself standing in
traffic.
floating in
walk
or
don't walk
with horns blasting
in symphonic rhythm
at me
and cars chasing past.

delirious

i feel guilty
when it's all
said and done.
when the dust
finally settles
and the wounded sun
crawls away as
shapes and sizes
buzz around me,
there goes my head.
fat wads of
cash stacked
in front of
"the big spender,"
in reality
those pockets are loaded
heavy
with
stacks of lint.
stretch limos
for miles,
the plastic women
line up
5 deep
to get in.
the pick
of the litter
gliding on red carpet.

stuck in traffic

sometimes
its so simple
how the gray haze
drifts over crowded
highways
showing rusted cars
for miles
stalled out
with torn vinyl seats inside.
empty shell
sitting behind steer ing wheels
turning skeleton keys
to no avail,
punching their
plastic oak grained dashboards.
am gold 1290 belts
out the river
of songs
and junkyards loom
fiery in the
rear view mirror.
the circus tents
by the cliffs
in the grip of
dusty gas stations
throttled
to their knees
by old age
crying to
the sky
who have no use for them.


small backseat

monsters aren't
under my bed
anymore,
their claws aren't
flashing anymore,
their mouths aren't salivating.
some nights become
timeless
a
fountain of youth
taking a drunken
spin to the
dirty part of town
to live in those days
1 more time,
to forget the real world
with drink
and sex
in the dark.
2 strangers making
themselves
available
to consumption,
taking the world
1 shot at a time.
drunken desire
fumbling with bra straps
in a small backseat
but
treesplitting hangovers
remind you it was
easier in memories.

dead halls

porous
block walls
made damp
with heavy leaks of time.
sanitarium white
slapped on to
cover the harsh
steel bars
the keep men together,
like clubbing baby seals
laying quietly
on the tundra
stripping them
of freedom
and skin,
carrying down the halls.
roman citizens
roar at the gladiator's courage
bringing the iron
and black to life
controlling
the last drawn breaths
of civility.



el Commandante
2005