A dream
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the pen pierced you,
hooked, and pulled
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See, now
it has been a needle, after all
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These ravels are yours,
on this snow
Filed under: Issue 3, Jomo Chiteji, Uncategorized, Jomo Chiteji
2010 • AM 0
Party’s Over — Roberto Beltran
The loundness makes me pee out of tune onto my shoe inside a crowded
bathroom when I should be out in nature pissing next to a tree to mark
where I wanna be buried.
I feel my slow heat pumping the dust off when seeing a mixture of
beauties dancing themselves into a freshly moist glow that’s bright
enough to guide our-boys home from the War.
The rotting of my teeth ruins the taste of the fuity booze I drink
out of a coconut trough a bamboo straw.
I sit like an old man in pain by a modern chair designed from used
plastic by a kid nold enough to have their picture on the back of a
milk carton if they were ever missing.
The truth that comes of my damaged mouth puts a stop to the
music and leads the kids into piles of dog shit.
I no longer have the playfulnessof my age for now I only eat birthday
cake at funerals.
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