I want to have your abortion
oh and I want to fuck up your children too
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
"so you think this is it hu?"
her bare legs were swinging in the sun as she worked her way through three baskets of strawberries
"basically.. yeah
this is it"
"so all the shit we but up through
all the tears people cry
all the bad poetry, wallowing pop songs, wilted roses, thrown rings
for this?"
she was stretching in the sun now
"what's wrong with this"
he pulled her closer and scratched her face with his stub
she pulled her face away and looked at him
"nothing, that's what's wrong with it
i just thought there would be more of a bang, you know...
a big finale or showdown or something
i should've ran down the airport hallway and jumped onto you, screaming your name"
her bare legs were swinging in the sun as she worked her way through three baskets of strawberries
"basically.. yeah
this is it"
"so all the shit we but up through
all the tears people cry
all the bad poetry, wallowing pop songs, wilted roses, thrown rings
for this?"
she was stretching in the sun now
"what's wrong with this"
he pulled her closer and scratched her face with his stub
she pulled her face away and looked at him
"nothing, that's what's wrong with it
i just thought there would be more of a bang, you know...
a big finale or showdown or something
i should've ran down the airport hallway and jumped onto you, screaming your name"
Friday, May 7, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
MEXICANS: PART TWO
I decided to take side streets home
from the bowels of east la to the west
exiting off of Santa fe
on roads with deep ruts from large mack trucks
a left on washington
and I was driving along the road the metro rail train runs
you sit at stop lights
and watch the train people wait on the platform
tired faces
tired faces who ride buses
and are waiting for the train
the old women in their stalkings and comfortable shoes
the young boys in designer jeans
their only pair
the timeless pair
old ladies and young men
waiting for the train
by the time I got into culver city I was restless
side streets bore you in the city you were born
this mexican tried to pull out on front of me and i gave him nothing
he was trying to merge into the lane and i didnt let him
traffic was at a stand still
he put it in reverse
then sped forward to try and get into the lane again
his car jumped the curb
there were sparks when the car scrapped the pavement
i laughed
he got out of the car and looked at me
he was half the size of me
and he spit in my direction
he had a girl in the car
i stayed inside looking at him
i smiled again
i was sure we was going to walk towards me
i had my hand on the seat belt until I saw her
it was all show
he spit in my direction
and i let him have his moment
I didnt leave the car
I looked at the stereo
game over
he won
he got back into the car
he was in front of me
and i changed lanes
so i could be along side him
at the stoplight
he made a quick right
and i was once again
sitting in traffic
tapping out drum beats
on the stearing wheel
I decided to take side streets home
from the bowels of east la to the west
exiting off of Santa fe
on roads with deep ruts from large mack trucks
a left on washington
and I was driving along the road the metro rail train runs
you sit at stop lights
and watch the train people wait on the platform
tired faces
tired faces who ride buses
and are waiting for the train
the old women in their stalkings and comfortable shoes
the young boys in designer jeans
their only pair
the timeless pair
old ladies and young men
waiting for the train
by the time I got into culver city I was restless
side streets bore you in the city you were born
this mexican tried to pull out on front of me and i gave him nothing
he was trying to merge into the lane and i didnt let him
traffic was at a stand still
he put it in reverse
then sped forward to try and get into the lane again
his car jumped the curb
there were sparks when the car scrapped the pavement
i laughed
he got out of the car and looked at me
he was half the size of me
and he spit in my direction
he had a girl in the car
i stayed inside looking at him
i smiled again
i was sure we was going to walk towards me
i had my hand on the seat belt until I saw her
it was all show
he spit in my direction
and i let him have his moment
I didnt leave the car
I looked at the stereo
game over
he won
he got back into the car
he was in front of me
and i changed lanes
so i could be along side him
at the stoplight
he made a quick right
and i was once again
sitting in traffic
tapping out drum beats
on the stearing wheel
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