Thursday, April 12, 2007
Balcony Plant Holders
As the Camacho came back
robbed you what you had on the desk
we called Lizard
was ten I put in history: his father
traveled to France to visit a cousin and the cousin
proved to be a busty blonde gringa
and clear anymore
it was learned
his older brother was jailed for stealing
and then violate
four or five elderly mother
accomplice
hid the loot in the back
a
of those old cassette that worked
eight fat cells
few days during recess
did not need to ask where
was
the Lagar
if you wanted
met him
behind the house they had built
for the janitor's dog in one hand
glue in
a cigarette the other was ten
One day in eighth and GBS
again at recess
approached me and told me
Damn, dude, you are loads of cute!
Hey Robert, you like me?
and balls and I shrugged
two quinces
sun
whether to prick
wheels to professional policy
he put the knife
was the first
to lift a car
the first
smoking in the first
glue sniffing Roetgen
the first
in cascársla
bank in the last class
the Lagar
was our idol because we were afraid
the Lagar
was our idol
and
and I was queer so
knew and never told anyone
At seventeen she married pringui
with whom he had left
pregnant
two years later and in the absence of a peak
that the soul
be no
came up with the asshole
else that plimplarse
a whole bottle of Baron Dandy
pint when
chick with the baby in her arms
entered the room
his feet protruding from under the bed so
found more dead than dead
with feet sticking out below
bed was not his brother
the funeral because the dead do not walk
mend her heart with knives
violators of elderly in prison
are always just cracking
heart mother the conditional
piggyback
if I went I saw had been painted
reach the eyes and did not cry I went
hugged her
hugged and embraced me whispered in my ear
I do not know why I have left all that bad!
I do not know why I have left everything as it has turned!
my nineteen years
occurred to me four or five good
responses
but I stopped I turned around and went
to enter the house without seeing my mother
from
kitchen
shouted get off and bring along two bars!
walked down the aisle
went into the kitchen and there was my mother
washing dirty dishes
the night before I got
behind her
hugged her as hard as I was not looking
and the eyes went
running without question
to buy two guns that night
to lie down in bed I was thinking
at the funeral I thought about the Lizard
thought of her mother not to cry
and thought about my mother yes
there
cried alone in the kitchen
washing our dirty dishes
the night before
then turned off the light and lit
my tears
and would remain so as a child crying
lost in the middle of the night until the sun
enter
out the window the next morning.
Monday, April 2, 2007
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