At one point, we each of us get one very stupid fucking lieutenant. The unreachable one. The unteachable one. The … More
This bull, he bellow his death. This final bull, he take the thunder over his knee. This bull he tell … More
For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a … More
I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from … More
What troubles the mules is not the presence, the loiter, the stink, of death, rather the intrusion upon one’s dying.
The elephant he come for the bull the nod of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk … More
The bull he walk off, like the elephant for his own words, with his own death. The quick understanding the … More
My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.
Our stones shear, like our religions, whose fall so near. There’s the catch, the shiver, the beg for a river. … More
¡ Yeah, gargoyle ! ¡ Arribasé la cabeza ! Lift high your head ! Prepare to receive the bread, Baked … More
Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.
I, the bull, became more tired than I ever knew was possible to grow tired and so sleepy and they … More
one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, … More
The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind … More
the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More
How do we, dolphin, kill him, the shark? How do we, the eel kill the urchin? How do we, the … More
jay giron [15:40] little bird sang in my ear this morning: “`talk to any every mofo out there, get better … More
Lift the fear, like a child fallen, from a white kite well forgotten
Favor the fear, like a child. Feed it a broken wing of a bread. Leave it unburied, like our dead.
The scent of fear is kerosene and cancer
You floated far, fast, firm, forgotten like a kite.
The fear you lifted like a child fallen like a kite forgotten descends a cancer wind. One aches for a wing of a … More
Mary, i want to give; to turn the wide space open arid empty of my long-since death i, dead, still … More
Give the war its head. Let it choose … who are to be its dead.
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Lift the fear like a child fallen from a white kite forgotten from the eyes of the cancer wind. One ached … More
Until she tipped her hand she showed the tipping point of, the full brim of, the fury at the fatherless … More
I have found The very ground, The rocks and sand, Where under my hand Entrusted by my family, I shall … More
My Colonel Kurtz’ was Colonel Highlander — a larger-than-life bull of an Infantry officer who was my battalion commander in … More