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"SATURDAY NIGHT ON THE TERRACE" 


run where there is only room 
to walk.
how else can you understand 
your strength?

put the possibilities up and 
create new steps.
the word will always be there
unlike the whores of the 
night.

although some whores stay in 
at night the blood for the 
leaches trailing behind them 
at every attempt to gain 
attention,
stays wet.

let the wind come in so it 
can blow and make them go.
isn’t the feeble attempt to 
gain a particular 
individual’s eyes pale?
isn’t it a miraculous 
coincidence that one
will follow every move just 
to gain access to her pussy?
but maybe here, there is no 
fight to gain access.
much more to go back and see 
if one can fit through that 
door.
we all grow from children, 
their curiosity of filth 
never fails.

shit or get off and shutter.

there isn’t an unexpected 
move in your chess game.
the darkness after the light 
is a clichéd move.

continue with the desperation 
as I continue with my 
laughter.

open the doors to the things 
that have been closed.

giants in a land of midgets 
make nothing but fairy tale.



By: Chicano Eddie
9232017

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