Santos
I dont want to
Perform this afternoon.
All i have
Is to sit in cubicles.
Find one small
Good thing,
And focus
On someone
In that form.
You will not be
Dancing in the fire
You want to set
To this world.
Instead, running against currents
And the video surveillance
That will
Tell the tale tomorrow
Or them noisy neighbors
Perhaps when the media
Gets hold of this one.
What i am doing.
Right now.
Praying for Santos
As they rework
A new dialysis port
To stabilize him
In order to resume
radiation treatments.
Yet since the stroke
Thee old man has
Not told a story.
You want to die
Or go home?
Ay cabron,
No matter which winds blow
The lake is froze!
And the perch
Are mold...
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