la Vida

I missed my revolution.
What's a boy to do?
Don a balaclava for jaysus?
Smoke a fat havana?
Think I'll buy me a beret
brush up on mi español
grow a fumanchu
move fifty years down south
find me a spanish speaking babe
to dance the dance in a red dress
shouting viva la vida all night long
till the sun comes up
and roosters crow
at hungry dogs
in a dusty street.

 

5/24/14

Reviews

[Tree]

I like your poetic sensibility, Rick. The act of lifting your language, and sucking us in with all that imagery all that flowing red-fabric and, heavy living; to only set us down, gently even sadly onto that lonely dusty- street, for me anyway, was the anchor to your hook.

Nice work, here.

[Rick r]

As always, thank you, Diego.
rick

[sonnie ibadah]

i had fun reading this, very dreamy. nice write!

[Rick r]

:) I had fun writing it. Thank you.

[sonnie ibadah]

you're welcome ;)