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ITS PINK BABY! ITS FUCKIN PINK!

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

gringa sola part I

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grey rain
grey day
ripples on water
concrete grey
knees buckle liquid mass of self stirred by winds
bandoleras rascando por viento
harmless falling asleep on hard concrete
manos abiertas y vacias
cara cortante
maldita flor levantada hacia el cielo pidiendo la lluvia sucia y gris
para desconocerme
en cuidad gris que pasa sin tocarme
mis manos rotas
espacio vacío abriendo dentro de mi pecho
cara tan blanca que dislumbre en sueños tristes
grey skies
grey day and a poem like a razorblade
slicing clean slide through white surface of skin
revealing pulsing red heart
opening and closing like the mouths of goldfish
behind cold glass

2 Comments:

  • At 7:57 AM, Blogger Jeff Pollet said…

    beautiful...you know, in that gray-sky-sad kind of way...

     
  • At 8:46 AM, Blogger Jennifer said…

    i am loving seeing you flex your espanol in this way, rachie

    xoxoxo

     

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