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Saturday, January 22, 2011

Talk to Me

Leo
where are you?
how have you been?
I wish I could
meet
see
your twin girls
they've grown so much
as shown
in your facebook albums
please call me
this is my number
why don't you bug me?
reminisce
back when you'd
give me a sprite
out of your pocket
friendship at first smile
I was just a meek Sailor girl
baking the breakfast doughnuts
washing dishpans
serving coffee to officers
officers who's files
you and I would manage
with our asses
in utilities
in utility!
how'd we manage
to still be friends?
13 years now
you should be my "gordo"
I dunno, heh!
thinking about you
every now
and again
It's nice
sweet was your skin
across my flesh
that t-shirt in the Korean market
read "merge"
I have it in storage
those cool Japanese breezes
our messing around
by Mikasa park
3 a.m.
love at first fondle
you did it right
you were my friend first
you took your time
you rocked my boat
we fucking rocked the boat!
Heavy Hong Kong waves!!!
walking on bulkheads
dancing on non-skid
polite glances
on the smoke deck
in our hotel rooms
in your quarters
we glided
freshly showered
white and dark Mexican Americans
making sweet Japanese love
9-11 attack
you and I were together
you and I were together
YOU AND I
WERE
TOGETHER!
anywho...
I have to gather
my files
medical
start filing
a claim
visit the VA
I'm old
not so tired
love being alive
I love you, too.
I'm tired of being stereotyped
in my favor
because I look Mexican
so Indian
get called "Señora"
by the Sun Metro drivers
as if
I were confused
diffused
by the fronchih feds
pushin 'em to migrate north
can't blame the señoras
for not wanting to change their ways
they're whiter than ME
yet
we all ride
the same journey
cleaning houses
carrying
bright blue
Wally World bags
I get paid well to clean houses
because of my prior experience
and because of how I look...
I stereotype myself
" : " + " ( " = frown
(colon plus open parenthis)
almost got run over
last week
and wrote about it
I found my old quals
paperwork
it made me look good
for advancement
they triggered
a time travel
to the days
of when I was more agile than agile
thought I was brighter than bright
and more loving than love could be
living abroad
I felt so free
so I assumed
life would continue to be
I was cheated and robbed
hated just to be hated
slapped against the head
my Military name
erased each day
from the office white board roster
I filled in the blank
"wallflower"
they hated me more
for not acting like a hoe
for trying to be such a clean pro
the rebel foe
friend to those who love
We'd bust our asses
bust our asses
bust asses
bust our brains
bust brains
rack our brains
get brain racked in our racks
rocked to sleep in our racks
my brain is racked...
the shakes returned
60-hour anxiety
gradually attacking
my system
slowing me down
I slowly reach
to pull the lever
to return to this year
this day...
open a cabinet
and take some vitamins
C... multi... E
anything healthy
to ease the cerebral noise
I done better
I have been better
I'm supposed to be passed this shit
closure was reached
but the stitches came undone
I had to go out dancing
one last time
May 15 2002
in Roppongi
after my bottom left wisdom tooth
and I felt the threads
slowly stretching
they came undone
I've come undone
I want no more
I've redone myself
renewed myself
revived myself
yet the shit still stinks
embedded
too vividly
in my grey matter
wrinkles
neurons shock
ears ring
ears hiss
ears ring
I want to hear a ring
the ring of my phone
call me
Please
Talk to me

1 comments:

Chevalterre Nabil said...

if I slam with this... it's 4 minutes... how to reduce it to 3?