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Hola Amigo

Tequila shots
Broken Spanish
Cenotes
Drink, drink, my friends
Fools, all of us
A holiday
A holiday
Windy days
And moon lit nights
They come and go
Like ants to the mound
Only there is no purpose 
But to exploit
And kid yourself that you are relaxing
It all waits
It’s always there 
Standing on the corner
Like a whore
Waiting for a  John
After the drinks
What’s really left?
Nothing.

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Kathryn Collins

Date: 12/24/2013 11:47:00 AM

Ay Ay Ay Ay Mr. Kilmer. Again, your poetry touches me deeply. On that note, happy holidays. love, Kathy

Stephen Kilmer
Date: 12/24/2013 12:56:00 PM

Thanks again for your comments and happy holidays to you as well. ~Kilmer

Barbara Gorelick

Date: 12/21/2013 6:06:00 PM

Adios Amigo, don't let NOTHING get you..you write from the heart and I love it. BG

Stephen Kilmer
Date: 12/21/2013 6:11:00 PM

Thanks BG. I just got back from Mexico and man everything has changed and everything is still the same in the heart of the gringos. Now there's a title..."Heart of the Gringo's". :) Thanks for the kind words. My mind is still reeling from the tequila shots.