to lucha, with love
i’m sorry josue
i should be there
you didnt have to go wandering
out to strange bars
it could have been you and me
on the back porch
forest hills
concrete breeze
its my job
and now
blood on the brain
you better stay cool little fucker
you better stay strong
you better stay cool
i’m on my way josh
You’re currently reading “distant,” an entry on house of nezua
tony herrera
09.18.08 / 5pm
Nice poem! I like your variation on the Hemingway theme. good work.
-T
nezua
09.19.08 / 8am
thank you tony.
sweetleaf
09.19.08 / 11pm
you better stay cool little fucker…i know. we have to work on our strongest reactions first.
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i’m a fly in the blouse of god. i’m a flake of fishscale in the house of nod. i’m a deep sleeping sprout that she snuck in the soil just before the weedkiller saturated the sod.
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