A Chicano In Bakersfield
"A CHICANO IN BAKERSFIELD"
I've walked into
the courthouse more than I want.
the whore turned
my world upside down.
I've been sick
more in a month than I have been in the past ten years.
it's a funny
thing though, the tires on my bike haven't gone flat in a month.
the cigarette between
my fingers drops pieces of hot ash on my skin and I just stare.
I can feel
it burn but it isn't pain.
there's a silence
now that is the loudest.
I've gotten back
a different version of what I've lost.
but there the
Pacific sits, there the typewriter sits and life has continued.
although they'd never
admit it, the two females inside this city can't stand me.
the whore with
the sun stained vest laughs, foolishly thinking she's won.
the woman with
the duck on her dresser, is aware of the walls inside her home.
a whore hates
me, I could give two rat's asses.
it's nothing new.
a woman sees
me inside the walls that stop the rain.
the gods have
given me a woman who loathes me.
alas, it has
finally come.
a winning hand
at best.
I'm under my
sky and some would say that isn't a win.
but you can
win and still be criticized.
go ask Trump.
By: Chicano Eddie
2-24-2017
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2017
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