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Oh little orchard city With your community of trees I appreciate your charm But your streets aren’t meant for me I think the Cleaver’s are moving in To the artist’s abandoned place In this town of nobody’s nothing For me there is just no space I deserve more than this providence Despite your picturesque sight The brochures serve you justice by day But how I wish they could see you at night! I know how your pavement yearns in the dark As the wind whispers tales of the earth Tree branches moan ...

a masculine cry heaving asphyxiation weighted foreign sobs

i see a bottomless well darker than ebony the smell of chaos overwhelming my nostrils like wet blood on a sticky, hot afternoon i dip my curiousity in to taste the water but my tongue slips down into my throat clinging to my shrinking tonsils my parched lips graze somthing like mercury or alkaline with an electric aftershock i bend farther over the rim to get a better perspective something like battery acid splashes & bubbles i feel myself spilling over the edge into the steaming cauldron of ...

Another vacant stare produces Short stubby lines of creeping light Like maggots filling their bellies With the vesicant surface of rotting flesh A spoiled soufflé sinking into itself Falling through the nasal cavity Tugged at by an invisible fishhook A disease more destructive than cancer For which there is no cure Only the comfort of candy coated catalysts Spinning techno for the incandescent electrons Until the undulating membranes are nothing But the decayed smudge of modern art in the toi...

Red is not Glorias color. Enrique, be careful. Volitions amongst the educated youth [[do you hear the people sing?]] Only the lies spread ink across the pages Let the world know hes not dead Time will tell of your impoverished fate, Cuba.