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| PC: B.M. Barbeito |
NO TIME
She kissed my lips,
broke my heart
and then wished
me well,
toughest
motherfucker
I ever met,
the best education
I’ve been given
and the worst
beating I’ve ever
taken,
not a wasted
moment.
UNLUCKY THIS TIME (John
Wesley Hardin)
He was ruthless, mean,
treacherous, later
in life
he claimed 40
killings,
27 men are
confirmed
to have fallen by
his guns;
he once shot a man
dead
for snoring; in
Hardin’s
defence the
snoring guy
was in the next
room,
Hardin fired 2
shots
through the wooden
partition, 1 of
the
bullets struck the
unlucky snoring
bastard
in the head:
Hardin was later
sentenced
to 25 years for
another
killing, during
his 16
years in prison he
studied law and
when
released he
practiced law:
he was shot
through the
back of his head
in a bar
in El Paso, Texas,
in
1895, he was 42.
THE WRETCHED CURSE
If I had been given
the eyes of a
poet,
the mind of a poet
the heart of a
poet,
the strength
the depth
the insight
the harshness
the tenderness
the wildness
the cruelty
the beauty
the grit
and belief
I would have
shaken my fist
in anger at the
heavens at
such a
wretched curse.
THE ACCUSATION
‘Some asshole told me
that you write
poetry!’
‘That’s just
fucking ugly
gossip bullshit’ I
said:
‘I thought so’ she
said
as she ordered
another
round of vodka:
‘I mean I knew it
was
bullshit, you
can’t even
spell your own
name!’
she said laughing:
‘Write it?, fuck,
I can’t
remember it most
of
the time’ I said.
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