The First Night
“THE FIRST NIGHT”
solitude, you old *****.
you never fail me.
you love me like no other.
tonight I sit out here and
the life inside my broken
heart has given up.
no need for homicide, why
kill what keeps you going?
somewhere out there, she
lives, forgetting everything
I was to her.
the moon is out tonight, no,
I can’t say it is.
that same damn frog from
last night, maybe it knows.
maybe he’s come to accompany
his own heartache with mine.
there are no others.
here in my white t-shirt,
my black shorts.
she’s happy without me and
all she had to do to get it
was turn her back to me.
she’s in her city now just
like before and here I sit
not giving two damns about
the new lollipop that’s going to
penetrate her.
I guess I should thank her.
the years she gave me kept me
out of life.
when she took them away,
when she was weak, she gave
the reality of life back to
me.
bruja.
I light this cigarette in darkness
as I celebrate the hatred I now
carry for her.
here, have a drag.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-27-2016
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