Saturday, April 17, 2010

The Hectic Horny Days of Yesterday

¡Hola! Everybody...
As the Official Spokesperson for all Nuyoricans, I hereby state that we hope Lou Dobbs runs for president! LMAOOO!

It’s Saturday and that means it’s mostly about poetry here at [un]Common Sense.

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Yesterdays [no. 3]


A case of Bacardi for the crazy ladies
in the corner of my past,
the hectic, horny days
of yesterday!

They beckon me back
to my forgotten madnesses,
the chest-pounding blackouts
that have grown into story-time delights.

Sure, they often left before dawn
to test my memory
with a perfumed and pummeled pillow.

And they sprayed me with
ashtrays,
broken bottles,
cans of habichuelas,
and all their sadnesses
to leave me forever bruised and bleeding.

But they cared,
these crazy ladies,
at least as much as they could...

So let's hear it for the fragmented ones
who gave these hilarious crimes to me
as evidence that I once lived.

They are the only poor souls I still know
who can tell me what I used to be
and why.

2 comments:

  1. Wait 'til you fall in love...those crazy days will have new
    meaning...though you do not realize it now. You will finally know yourself then.

    Maybe...

    I really like your poems...your willingness to share tender vulnerabilities is a gift for the reader, at least this one. ...smile...

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  2. LMAO! I wrote this poem over 30 years ago... I apprecaite your kindness, sweetie.

    :;smooches::

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