It has nothing to do with this post.
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In this post, I will provide you with a Bukowski video that (I think) everyone should watch (Tom Waits is reading this one). Then, I will attempt to reach you with poesy of my own. Behold!
The Laughing Heart
Now, it's my turn...
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Wanda
The Laughing Heart
Now, it's my turn...
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Wanda
The first girl I ever kissed
when I was 8 years old
is wanted for manufacturing
and dealing
in my home town.
Judging by her mugshot
(from an arrest a year ago),
it was a more serious chemical this time.
Back them,
she was cute
and shy.
A rose of promise.
Her father was gone,
but her mother would beat her
with one of his belts
on a regular basis.
Her brother was overbearing
and over-protective.
There was no neck tattoo back then.
No luggage under her lids.
No scar on her left cheek.
She was as pure,
and as tan
as untouched
Puerto Rican
sand
along Arecibo.
We were building Lego castles
in the toy room
of my old house
when she leaned it,
and I felt the softness
of the opposite sex
for the first time
upon my lips.
"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you,"
She said with a smile,
before strolling down Chestnut street
unguarded,
back to Lebanon's own
little Barrio
on the other side
of the train tracks.
It looks like she's been there ever since.
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~Torres
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