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Untitled Challenge 17 poem



Untitled Challenge 17 poem
By Cervantes on 05/24/2011
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Light poking his smile
into my room at daybreak
as I reach for a cigarette
but have none

Roll on over to escape
This prison sentence
That keeps me tied tight
To the new front door
Of my future

I look around for a caffeine
Kick but the filters
Just won’t show themselves

The best part of waking up
Right?

Even the cockroaches in the corner
Are trying to sell me cocaine
Their tattoo’s peeking beneath
Their polo shirts and cargo shorts
As they tell me it is better than caffeine
Or sex with a porn star midget

That’s in the rough part of the kitchen
That I have learned to stay away from now

In the suburbs of my living room
I find them telling me
Heroin is cheaper
And has a high like skin diving
In sharky waters

I think they are trying to see me naked again

I caught them peeking in on me
in the shower

They keep telling me
I can have anything I want
If I just have sex with them
But I learned along time ago
Men say things they don’t always mean

Hell
That’s why I became a lesbian

That’s why I walk ten miles out of the way
To see if she still thinks bracelets are sexy

She likes diamonds and emeralds
Not plastic monitors that make me the perfect man

I am never around when she picks
Who she will share herself with after I kiss her
And she sends me on my way

I barely make it home before I realize
She never visits except at night

And when I find freedom
Without those drugs and gangs
I am now affiliated with
I’ll leave this barren dump
To find another golden city
Where the roaches still out number
My only friends but I will never
Return to the heroin mines
I was offered in jail



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Light poking his smile
into my room at daybreak
as I reach for another cigarette
but have none

Roll on over to escape
the prison sentence of my bed
that keeps me tied tight
to the new front door
of what is my future

I look around for a caffeine
kick but the filters
just won’t show themselves
because the roach babies needed diapers again

The best part of waking up
Right?

Here even the cockroaches in the corner
are trying to sell me cocaine.
Tattoo’s poking out beneath
their polo shirts and cargo shorts
as they tell me it is better than
sex with a porn star midget
Acting like they don’t see the tattered rags
I wear each day to prove I am poor

But that is in the rough part of the kitchen
that I have learned to stay away from now

And in the suburbs of my living room
I find them telling me
heroin is cheaper
with a high like skin diving
in sharky waters

I think they are just
trying to see me naked again

Peeking in on me
in the shower,
Pointing and laughing
while they drink their forty-ouncers
but I have to get clean somehow

They keep telling me
I can have anything I want
if I just have sex with them
but I learned a long time ago
men say things they don’t always mean

Hell
That’s why I am a lesbian now

That’s why I walk ten miles out of the way
to see if any girl still thinks
bracelets are sexy

Most likes diamonds and emeralds
not the plastic monitors that make me
a perfect stay at home dad

They always pick someone new
after our first embrace and dangerous kiss
that sends me on my way
to be tethered with no escape

I barely make it home before the alarm goes off
and I realize she never visits me
until it’s night and my P.O. has tucked me in

But when I find real freedom
without those drugs and gangs
that I am now affiliated with
because this where I live

I’ll leave this barren dump
to find another golden city
where the roaches still out number
my only friends

But I will never return
to the heroin mines
she offered me for bail

I will marry her if she lets me
If she promises to kiss me the same
as she did before I went to prison

Before she wandered away
and never told me
if it was over
or if she even loved me
more than them



© By Cervantes On 5/24/2011 1:07:03 PM
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