Chicano Eddie Poet Free verse

Hands Across the Water, Hands Across the Sky

“HANDS ACROSS THE WATER, HANDS ACROSS THE SKY”


I sit on the cleanest 
side of the house, 
from 9 in the morning 
until 11 at night. 
cigarette smoke fills 
my chest as I move 
through new messages 
in my phone. 
it’s the simplest of 
pleasures. 
however, the greatest 
agony when I have no 
fire or charge in my 
battery. 
for seven years, I was 
a child of the life 
I avoided for so long. 
if it hadn’t been for 
my son, I would’ve left 
this city long ago. 
I would’ve left the whore 
long ago, but I didn’t 
and it gave me the
heaviest of subject matter 
to write about. with the 
exception of my son, that 
was the only thing that 
kept the demons confused. 
I kept my insanity inside, 
as I once read, “A good 
father leaves his self-
destructive ******** 
at the door.” I took 
pride in not letting my 
**** with her get in the way 
of what I had to do. 
now, it is the very thing 
that has brought me to 
write this poem. you 
can see the steam from 
my blood when I bleed, 
you can feel the anger 
from the pain the whore 
had caused and yet, 
I can only laugh as love 
has made a fool of me 
yet again. we stood tall 
and proud only to fall 
short and lie in our shame. 
this by far is the kernel 
of destruction for anything 
in life. I run my hands 
across the water and wave 
my hands across the sky. 
I fall to the grass and 
each time, the sky is 
still blue.


By: Chicano 
8-27-2016

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