Nicaraguan Blues
Gallo pinto & a loaded gun
The sun is shining, the weather
Is sweet
All the children move their feet
Gallo pinto & a loaded gun
The sun is shining, the weather
Is sweet
The president unleashes his fleet
Church bells ring
Bullets sing
Prayers no longer do a thing
Daytime is salvation,
Nighttime— damnantion
They loot and maraud
They loot and maraud
Cordobas are the new gods
Government entertains
This civil war
Better hope they don’t
Come knocking at your door
Execution with no retribution
The people remain
In constant evolution
A result of a deceased revolution
Gallo pinto & a loaded gun
The sun is shining, the weather
Is sweet
Taste the air,
There’s nothing to eat
Guitar man sings the blues
As the people are beat
They loot and maraud
They loot and maraud
Cordobas might as well be God
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Car Door Confessional
grounded
Foreign words
Around these parts.
She hands me the moon
And prescribes me some amethyst.
“Smoke mugwort if you wish
Inhale revelations.”
How to mend the soul
When you feel so Poe
And all you ever see are dead Ravens?
I’ve found that life,
Is a continuous spar with
The shadow.
How to evade the self
When I know my everymove?
This sense of separation,
Fictitious, for we are
Always whole.
My car is broken into
Every other day.
Shattered glass,
A poem around these parts.
Man preaches peace while
Loading a piece,
Fighting for mass extinction.
Bullet shells are a way of saying
Hello don’t you know?
Echoes of an epoch
On a city sidewalk with no end
Shadows are on patrol
Dreams, bottled into a
Tecate can.
Paper bag euphoria
Entrails of an epiphany
burned by bic flicks
Please write home in cigarette smoke…
