MY BEAUTIFUL GRINDHOUSE
—for Richard Lopez
Blue smoke, a tear
In the wind.
Bumping bodies, torn
Celluloid, burning joints.
"Shut that mother-
Fucker up!"
Bigger fights!
Better stories!
Kung fu humping in
The balcony, 2 a.m.
Finding it there,
Always waiting....
Anyway, that's all
Finished now;
It isn't like that
Anymore.
Blue smoke, a tear
In the wind.
Bumping bodies, torn
Celluloid, burning joints.
"Shut that mother-
Fucker up!"
Bigger fights!
Better stories!
Kung fu humping in
The balcony, 2 a.m.
Finding it there,
Always waiting....
Anyway, that's all
Finished now;
It isn't like that
Anymore.
Labels: dedications, poems
posted by Steve Caratzas at 7:50 AM
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2 Comments:
i can smell the greasy popcorn and see the blaze from the biar of crackpipes now!
b/c me, please
Reminds me of this apartment in Tucson I lived in once. Hooker next door, nightly ghettobird wake-up calls. Good times, good times.
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