Month: December 2010

In Inglewood

Walk with the kids
You knew as friends
Their stretched necks
Up above the parade
Backpacks full of shit
You never tried
Knives and guns
More blood seen
Than in the movies.

Riots up the halls where
For a brief afternoon we
The minorities hurl everything in
Sight worth throwing
At the police
Pepperspray marks itself
In your mind and the only
One to take a bottle to
The face is your shy friend.

Roll down Hyde Park
Get a fade, number 1
And some Tres Flores
Slick it back smooth
And greasy wetbacks
Take the word
Spit it out like pride
In your chest
Where you know
The only ones to say it
Out loud are yourselves.

Learning is a gringo’s game
The only question
On every puto’s mind
Is where you from?
And you don’t want to
Say you’re from nowhere.

In Inglewood

Walk with the kids
You knew as friends
Their stretched necks
Up above the parade
Backpacks full of shit
You never tried
Knives and guns
More blood seen
Than in the movies.

Riots up the halls where
For a brief afternoon we
The minorities hurl everything in
Sight worth throwing
At the police
Pepperspray marks itself
In your mind and the only
One to take a bottle to
The face is your shy friend.

Roll down Hyde Park
Get a fade, number 1
And some Tres Flores
Slick it back smooth
And greasy wetbacks
Take the word
Spit it out like pride
In your chest
Where you know
The only ones to say it
Out loud are yourselves.

Learning is a gringo’s game
The only question
On every puto’s mind
Is where you from?
And you don’t want to
Say you’re from nowhere.

Over This

He asked her if she’d ever messed around with any of his friends. She reluctantly said she did. Some guy whose name I didn’t catch.

“I asked you before and you said ‘no.’”

“It was nothing, baby. It was a long time ago and it was nothing.”

It took place in the middle of a restaurant. Customers gave each other significant glances.

“Nothing? You fuck him just to get your car fixed?”

“No, baby! Stop it, why’s it matter?”

“This too much right here. This too much.”

The ones who were seated stared down into their greasy food. No one dared to look in the direction of the couple. They feared catching the eyes of one or the other.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you fucked him. You and me ain’t doing this if you fucked him.”

The hostess tried her best to seat a man and his daughter. The clock on the wall behind her ticked. Raised voices echoed. Forks clinked.

“You gonna leave me over this, baby? Over this?”

He calmly walked out and she followed, on the verge of tears.

Over This

He asked her if she’d ever messed around with any of his friends. She reluctantly said she did. Some guy whose name I didn’t catch.

“I asked you before and you said ‘no.’”

“It was nothing, baby. It was a long time ago and it was nothing.”

It took place in the middle of a restaurant. Customers gave each other significant glances.

“Nothing? You fuck him just to get your car fixed?”

“No, baby! Stop it, why’s it matter?”

“This too much right here. This too much.”

The ones who were seated stared down into their greasy food. No one dared to look in the direction of the couple. They feared catching the eyes of one or the other.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you fucked him. You and me ain’t doing this if you fucked him.”

The hostess tried her best to seat a man and his daughter. The clock on the wall behind her ticked. Raised voices echoed. Forks clinked.

“You gonna leave me over this, baby? Over this?”

He calmly walked out and she followed, on the verge of tears.

Turk

I dreamt that a Turk lopped off my tongue in a grog house fight so that it may be acceptable to write everything I want to say.

Or get a replacement silver tongue.

Turk

I dreamt that a Turk lopped off my tongue in a grog house fight so that it may be acceptable to write everything I want to say.

Or get a replacement silver tongue.

worse things

“There are worse things than dying alone.”

“Bullshit. What’s worse than dying alone?”

“Dying unhappily. Finding out your life amounted to nothing. Getting brutally raped to death in the back of a Pinto.”

worse things

“There are worse things than dying alone.”

“Bullshit. What’s worse than dying alone?”

“Dying unhappily. Finding out your life amounted to nothing. Getting brutally raped to death in the back of a Pinto.”

alone

“There are worse things than dying alone.”

“Bullshit. What’s worse than dying alone?”

“Dying unhappily. Finding out your life amounted to nothing. Getting brutally raped to death in the back of a Pinto.”

alone

“There are worse things than dying alone.”

“Bullshit. What’s worse than dying alone?”

“Dying unhappily. Finding out your life amounted to nothing. Getting brutally raped to death in the back of a Pinto.”