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Fourth of July On a Gargoyle
"FOURTH OF JULY ON A GARGOYLE" fourth of July, alone in a mad box down by the terrace where single men, single women, senior citizens, children, lovers, boyfriends, girlfriends, married couples and families barbecue. can you smell it? I’ve walked my mad box a thousand times, cleaning, rearranging and then right back to the blue sheet where I lay and stare at a princess. my toilet is clean but not clean like she cleaned it. there’s a new box of soap she bought and now it sits in the corner of the tub. no one will find me here because no one is looking for me. not the lovers standing at the top of the Eiffel tower kissing, not the bones of the bat, not Bach, not Gould, not Waits, not the flowers from the death where I was buried, not the cold air that fills the aquariums. out in this city, wearing pink under a tree, she sits with the founding fathers. I’m not there, there was no invite. surprise! there was more than I saw. it is hers. soon, I’ll finish here and find something else to stare at inside this mad box. I may kiss her good night after we make love, I may kiss her good morning after we make love but I’m not really sure. she said she’d let me know. I’ll drive and no one will know where I’m going because there is no one to tell that would be interested. I’ll wait for the phone to ring and the light to change color. I can’t answer what doesn’t come in. I don’t have any fireworks she wants to stare at. today she celebrates her independence and the reason is hers. today I write and the reason and the writing is mine but- that’s my problem. By: Chicano Eddie
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