Thursday, April 22, 2010

Found Poem

There's only one Sangra
Then they chased us down a number of streets and alleys.
It was the death of the Southside Boys
Inside the place was almost pitch black and reeked of cigarette and marijuana smoke.
I see Chava hobble away, two confused teenagers at his side,and as he vanishes into a flicker of neon, I hear the final tempo of the crazy life leaving my body, the last song before the dying, lapsing forever out of my mind as Chava disappears, enveloped in flames breaking through the asphalt, wrested into the black heart of night.