Car Ride To Safford AzA Poem by Alex LunaThe doors they all slam on the masked figures that all move so slow toward the smiling man and the eternally rash and their holy drawn held fire sword
they hold their mouths back and the sad little girls all go boo and aw and moan in the hot El Paso night neon blinking through musty teeth and the women all dressed so raw and the birds all set in their flight
but there is no such thing as a kindness as most people (with their glittering gold teeth and small black pea eyes) smile and nod and still expect you to always know
The women all keep to themselves on the back of old fishbioats and the sailing trains headed toward Rome and the trembliing isles
hide your head in your hands and follow them straight to starlight and salvation the dust has come you must pay the sum for salvation has come © 2011 Alex Luna |
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