Where I onced lived

Where I onced lived

A Poem by Orlando Murcia

 

 

I once lived in a battered house 

built with drunk stones and murky bed sheets

Where lightning was the least of my worries
and the arachnid belt stings were but mellow rain drops
shadowing my every feel of discoloration 

I used to play with toy guns with real murderers,
until the incarceration began and left me alone with only 
my German Shepherd and my gallo Emelio to attend too

My first kiss was from a girl with tear drops for lips...
her fragrance was of salt and innocense, it was
knitted on her Sunday dress that she wore 4 times a week


I remember seeing clowns but never laughing...

...watching death yet never cried


For death wasn't introduced to me just yet 
but just another fly on a spiders web that never seemed to move

I remember demons dancing in my crib
shaped like teddy bears without ears covered in rollie pollie skin

In the morning I would wake up to the smell of gun powder s**t stains
scattered in the mist of slum gardens and heavy breathing of ones last 
crooked smile buried above the tombstone of their final disappearing act


We had a lot of magicians in El Salvador...

... They made a lot of people go Abra Cadabra 
with their machete wands and their disposable fire crackers


No one ever begged for money or clothing
they would just take it and never even say thank you...

...They would just make the givers beg 
for what had already belonged to them


Some would cry and yell for help...

...my aunt was one of them


Most of my people had no manners,
sort of like my neighbors who use to throw their
animal skulls over our backyard 

Damn litter bugs...

They were funny people though...


They celebrated Halloween every day,
I guess it was there favorite holiday or something


I used to live with my mother, my nanny , my aunt, and three uncles


Though my mom did never come back 
after I woke up from my nap


I missed her deeply...


....It's okay though


she came back...
 
 
...5 years later


People asked me who my father was,

I simply said...
 

 
"What's that?"

© 2013 Orlando Murcia


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Orlando Murcia
Orlando Murcia

Santa Monica, CA



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I am a writer who loves to write about Love, Beauty, Intimacy, and pretty much anything that hits me out of nowhere. I love writing for artist and anyone who appreciates the art of poetry. http://yout.. more..

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